ELEANOR RIGBY |
DO mi |
Ah, look at all the lonely people |
DO mi |
Ah, look at all the lonely people |
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice in the church |
DO mi |
where a wedding has been, lives in a dream |
waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps |
DO mi |
in a jar by the door, who it is for…. |
mi7 mi6 DO mi |
All the lonely people, where do they all come from |
mi7 mi6 DO mi |
All the lonely people, where do they all belong |
mi |
Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon |
DO mi |
that no one will hear, no one comes near. |
look at him working, darning his socks in the night |
DO mi |
when there's nobody there, what does he care….. |
mi7 mi6 DO mi |
All the lonely people, where do they all come from |
mi7 mi6 DO mi |
All the lonely people, where do they all belong |
DO mi |
Ah, look at all the lonely people |
DO mi |
Ah, look at all the lonely people |
mi |
Eleanor Rigby , died in the church and was buried |
DO mi |
along with her name, nobody came. |
Father McKenzie , wiping the dirt from his hands |
DO mi |
as he walks from the grave, no one was saved |
mi7 mi6 |
All the lonely people…………….. |