Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely peopleEleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dreamWaits 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 nearLook 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?Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely peopleEleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody cameFather McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was savedAll the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?
Songwriters
LENNON, JOHN / MCCARTNEY, PAULPublished by
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