Ah,
look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church
Where the 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 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 ?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong ?
Eleanor Rigby died in the 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 ?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong ?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
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