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

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong?