Ah look at all the lonely people
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 come from
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
Eleanor rigby
Eleanor rigby
Eleanor rigby
