Eleanor Rigby picks up rice in a church where a wedding not hers has been
Father McKenzie reads his sermon while dreaming of her in lustful sin
Oh, these two lonely people
Where do they go from here
Will love miss them they fear
Eleanor Rigby, she smiles at him with a hopeful heart
Perhaps when his collar retires love can start
Oh these two lonely people
Wearing a face kept in a jar
No one suspect yet thus far
Father McKenzie, He loves the Lord but he loves her too
Is yearning for a woman’s touch well over due
Oh, these two lonely people
Looking for love in the wrong place
Holding on to hope with bad odds that they face
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