Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in a church

Where a wedding has been, she lives in a dream

Waits by 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?

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Father McKenzie writing the words to a sermon

That no one will hear for no one comes near

Look at him working, darning his socks in the night

When there's nobody there but nobody cares

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

Ah, look at all the lonely people