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? All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Father McKenzie, writing 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 lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people 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 All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people) Where do they all come from? All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people) Where do they all belong?

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 All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Father McKenzie, writing 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 lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people 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 All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong?

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 All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Father McKenzie, writing 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 lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Ah look at all the lonely people Ah look at all the lonely people 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 All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong?

Granny Green was stooped as a windblown branch She lived high in the Bramble forest Once a fork night if the moon shown right She came down to her little village She brought blackberries and willow bark Mandrake root and mushrooms And it was said she spoke the tongue of birds And understood the river's whispers Now several girls among our town By a golden lizard they were bitten And those sweet girls lay stiff in their beads Like frozen ice upon the branches Granny Green mixed a tonic for their ills But it was such a bitter tonic That all who drink began to dance And could not stop their dancing But none would danced one sinful step If that old crone had not bewitched us How we leaped in Princeton cackle The whole town of driving mad men And so desperate grew some to still their feet They dove into the raging river Still we danced all day and night Til our fine clothes were torn and ragged I'm crying out "Oh Lord, make us stop" We danced naked around the chapel How granny laughed to see such sin There's just water, she said, in my tonic But all cried out "she lies, she surely lies" And we chased her deep into the Bramble But like before wind she disappeared Though we searched round and round the branches Rolling in leafs and naked 'neath the trees We lost the way back to our village But I swear we were all pure of heart Til that old crone did bewitch us And I know we will all go home When the good Lord returns to save us

Up the snowy spires Where the air is thick as glass Once a year the cold mist clears You can see inside the earth High in that crystal palace I've built a sailing ship Mastered wheel of polished brass Sails of gold and silk I pyte the engine steam I set for long citations I consulted dusty maps Said careful, care the glaciers Never in, we're never in Hearing through my scope I sail deep into the hollows Deep inside the earth I travelled a boiling river Through streams of mercury Under these volcanoes And the roots of ancient trees Underneath stalactites I lit phosphorous lamps Sparks snapped into the air And coiled up the mist I watched enormous birds Diving through the slate As I stood upon the ground In my oil skin cap and cape At last, my anchor caught And echoed through the stone As I climbed and old broke ladder Pile through the globe And up above I saw it A glow worm's little light And I reached out and caught it In the center of the night Tightly in my fist I held that glowing worm Deep down in the hollows I held the center of the world

Arlene, I'm sorry for what I've done I wasn't looking for love till I saw Your red hair in the sun What we had could never be love That was easy to see But when I saw you at Red's pouring coffee Something took a hold of me Arlene, you wouldn't even let me hold your hand When I stopped you in the road you just screamed and ran Arlene, you wouldn't even let me hold your hand When I stopped you in the road you just screamed and ran That night I decided that I was gonna marry you My knife went through your screen door And I went away with you You were singing "Please let me go" All the way down to Miller's cave When I picked a stick up off the ground You cried "I ain't ready for my grave!" Oh, Arlene, in the dark your hair's just as red And this long, dark cave will always be our wedding bed.

Silvia was struck by lightning While reading in bed one night She left the windows open And the storm caught her by surprise For a day she laid here still as a stone Clipped to pumps and tubes Then out her window the street lights flashed And at last, her fingers moved She awoke to a cacophony Of electric radio waves Pulsing rays of energy Falling from outer space High and swaying towers Down in basements full of dust She could not escape the sterling Or the 60 cycle arm She moved on, tempted spectacles Several fur lion capes 3 pairs of velvet gloves A vain of dotted Swiss But all the earth's vibrations Still pounded through her ears So she packed a steamer trunk And flew a prop plane to Belize From there a log raft took her Over raging waterfalls Deep within uncharted jungle Where giant caterpillars crawl The spun their silk around her A cocoon between the trees And still she hangs there swinging Deep within the dripping leafs Keepin time with every rumble Every quiver of the earth And she slowly changes shape With the turning of the world