Lyrics:

Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding was 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 ? Father McKenzie, writing the words to a sermon that no one will near, 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 church and was buried along with her name; Nobody came. Father McKenzie, 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 ? (ah, look at all the lonely people) All the lonely people, where do they all belong ? (ah, look at all the lonely people)