(Lennon/McCartney)



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?