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