Eleanor rigbythe beatleslennon/mccartneyah, look at all the lonely peopleah, look at all the lonely peopleeleanor rigby, picks up the ricein the church where a wedding has beenlives in a dreamwaits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the doorwho is it forall the lonely peoplewhere do they all come from?all the lonely peoplewhere do they all belong?father mckenzie, writing the wordsof a sermon that no one will hearno one comes nearlook at him working, darning his socksin the night when there's nobody therewhat does he careall the lonely peoplewhere do they all come from?all the lonely peoplewhere do they all belong?ah, look at all the lonely peopleah, look at all the lonely peopleeleanor rigby, died in the churchand was buried along with her namenobody camefather mckenzie, wiping the dirtfrom his hands as he walks from the graveno one was savedall the lonely peoplewhere do they all come from?all the lonely peoplewhere do they all belong?