Eleanor Rigby picked up the rice in a church Where her wedding had been She lives in a dream Waiting at the window, wearing a face that She keeps in a jar by ... 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, Do they all belong
Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely, all the lonely, The lonely people
Father MacKenzie Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear No one comes near Look at him working, wiping the dirt from his hands As he walks from the, 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 Ah, look at all the lonely, all the lonely, The lonely people