Aaaah! Look at all the lonely
people
Aaaah! 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 c
ome 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 co
me from
All the lonely
people
Where do they all
belong
Aaaah! Look at all the lonely
people
Aaaah! 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 co
me from
All the lonely
people
Where do they all
belong