Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church Where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door Who was it for?
All the lomely people, where do they all come from? All the lomely people, where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie writting the words of a sermon That no one will hear No one comes near Look at him working
Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there What does he care?
All the lomely people, where do they all come from? All the lomely people, where do they all belong?
Ah! Look at all the lonely people! Ah! Look at all the lonely people!
Aleanor Rigby died in the church And was buried along with her name Nobody came Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands As he walks from the grave No one was savedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
