Sacred Rite - Eleanor Rigby Lyrics

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been

Lives in a dream

Waits by the window, wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door

Who is it for?



All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong?



Father Mckenzie, writing the words to a sermon that no one will hear

No one comes near

Look at him working, darning his socks in the night while there's nobody there

What does he care?



Eleanor 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 saved