Ah look at all the lonely people

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 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 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

Ah look at all the lonely people

Ah look at all the lonely people