Aah - look at all the lonely people
Aah - look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the riceIn 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 peopleWhere 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 socksIn 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?
Aah - look at all the lonely people
Aah - 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-Where do they all belong?