Ah,
look at all the lonely people
Eleanor
Rigby picks up the rice in the church where the 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?
Oh,
the lonely
people Where do they all come from?
Father
MacKenzie 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?
Oh,
the lonely
people Where do they all come from?
Oh, the lonely
people Where do they all belong?
Eleanor Rigby
died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody cared
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he
walks from the grave No one was saved
Oh, the lonely
people
Where do they all come from?
Oh,
the lonely
people
Where do they all belong?