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Ah look at all the lonely people |
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Ah look at all the lonely people |
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Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice |
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In the church where a wedding has been |
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Lives in a dream |
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Waits at the window, wearing the face |
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That she keeps in a jar by the door |
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Who is it for |
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All the lonely people |
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Where do they all come from? |
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All the lonely people |
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Where do they all belong? |
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Father McKenzie, writing the words |
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Of a sermon that no one will hear |
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No one comes near |
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Look at him working, darning his socks |
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In the night when there's nobody there |
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What does he care |
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All the lonely people |
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Where do they all come from? |
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All the lonely people |
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Where do they all belong? |
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Ah look at all the lonely people |
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Ah look at all the lonely people |
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Eleanor Rigby, died in the church |
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And was buried along with her name |
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Nobody came |
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Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt |
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From his hands as he walks from the grave |
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No one was saved |
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All the lonely people |
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Where do they all come from? |
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All the lonely people |
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Where do they all belong? |
