Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

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 is it for?

Eleanor rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong ?

who is eleanor rigby? i have made up a couple of versions of eleanor rigby...

version 1: she walks with the help of walking stick extending her wiry hands as if expecting some help. her thin body is shrouded in a flowy cotton dress and her hair tied in a bun with strands of hair escaping the severity of the bun. her face is criss-crossed with wrinkles with each wrinkle telling a story...

version 2: eleanor rigby is a crabby old fat lady. she beats up her husband every night and she lost her front teeth in the process. she chases all the children that enter her patchy garden. she is mean and spits on people who irritates her. she once threatened to kill a delivery boy with a shovel. sometimes she is seen haunting the cemetery in the middle of the night with a shovel in her hand. eleanor rigby always insists on leading the church choir and she once confessed having sexual fantasies about the new young pastor.

version 3: eleanor rigby is thinly built with a crown of flowy hair. she lives in a hut wears tattered cotton clothes though the village gossips say she is a rich man's daughter. her eyes are sad and says a lot more than her 24 years of life. she is often seen cradling her baby in the porch while singing 'when this cruel war is over praying then to meet again.'

version 4: eleanor rigby is witchy and saucy. when she walks by all the men stares at her in awe and women stare stare at her with jealousy. her pouffed hair and red lips and her colt like gait has all the men tantalized. her sells chocolates and no one has ever refused to buy chocolates from her. the women say she killed her previous two husbands but the men swear by her innocence. even the history professor is entangled in what the women term as her 'magical spells.'

i am sure there are many more versions of eleanor rigby just like there are many more versions of us, as much as the mind can conjure up.