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 come from
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong 

I look at all those lonely people
I look at all those lonely people, now

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 come from
He turned to me and said
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong

I look at all those lonely people
I look at all those lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
And Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands
As he walks from the grave
No one was saved

And he said
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong

I look at all those lonely people
I look at all those lonely people, woh

All those lonely people
Where do they all come from
Oh wont somebody tell me
All those lonely people
Where do they all belong.

