Eleanor Rigby Picks up the   Rice in the church   Where a wedding has been   Lives in a dream Waits at the   Window Wearing the 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