Eleanor Rigby Songtext / Lyric

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Ah, look at all the lonely people



Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice

in the church where her 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?



Father Mackenzie, writing the words to 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 Mackenzie, 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)