text: 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 belong?
  All the lonely people
  Where do they all come from?
  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 theres nobody there
  What does he care
  All the lonely people
  Where do they all belong?
  All the lonely people
  Where do they all come from?
  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 belong?
  All the lonely people
  Where do they all come from?