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
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong
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’s there
What does he care
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong
I, Look at all the lonely people
I, Look at all the lonely people
I, Look at all the lonely people
I, Look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father Mackenzie 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
all the lonely people where do they all come from
all the lonely people where do they all come from
all the lonely people where do they all come from