Ah look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice

In the church where the wedding has been

Lives in a dream

Inside a window, wearing a face

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

To a sermon no one will hear

No one comes near

Look at him working, darning his socks

In the dark because 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?

Look at all the lonely people

Look at all the lonely people

Look at all the lonely people

Look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church

And was buried along with her name

No body 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?

Look at all the lonely people