Ah, look at all the lonely people   Ah, look at all the lonely people      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?      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?