Eleanor Rigby

Picks up the rice in the church where her wedding has been,

Lives in a Dream

Waits at the window

Wearing a 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 McKensie

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?

All the Lonely People, Where do they all belong?



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 McKensie

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?



Ah, Look at all the Lonely People

Ah, Look at all the Lonely People



All the lonely people, all the lonely people

All the lonely people, all the lonely people



(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)



(All the lonely people, die along with her name)



(Father McKensie,

Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave)



(All the lonely people, die along with her name