Ah, look at all the lonely peopleAh, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor RigbyPicks up the rice in the churchWhere the wedding has been lives in a dreamWaits at the windowWearing the face that she keeps inA jar by the door, who is it for?
All the lonely peopleWhere do they all come from?All the lonely peopleWhere do they all belong?
Father MackenziеWriting the words of a sermonThat no one will hеar no one comes nearLook at him workingDarning his socks in the nightWhen there's nobody there what does he care?
All the lonely peopleWhere do they all come from?All the lonely peopleWhere do they all belong?
All the lonely people (All the lonely people)All the lonely people (All the lonely people)All the lonely people (All the lonely people)
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and wasBuried along with her name nobody cameFather MackenzieWiping the dirt from his hands asHe walks from the grave no one was saved
All the lonely people all the lonely people(Ah, look at all the lonely people)(Ah, look at all the lonely people)(Ah, look at all the lonely people)(Ah, look at all the lonely people)(Ah, look at all the lonely people)(Ah, look at all the lonely people)(Ah, look at all the lonely people)(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul McCartney
