Eleanor Rigby

Ah, look at all the lonely people!

Ah, look at all the lonely people!

Eleanor Rigby

Picks up the rice in the church

Where her 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?

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?

Ah, look at all the lonely people!

Ah, look at all the lonely people!