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