All the lonely people
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
All the lonely people
of a sermon that no one will hear
Ah, look at all the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
In the night when there's nobody there
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
No one comes near
Where do they all come from?
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
Nobody came
And was buried along with her name
Father McKenzie, writing the words
From his hands as he walks from the grave
Where do they all belong?
All the lonely people
Look at him working, darning his socks
All the lonely people
Waits at the window, wearing the face
Where do they all come from?
Where do they all belong?
All the lonely people
What does he care?
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
No one was saved
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
