Elenor Rigby picks up the rice in the church
Where the wedding has been, lives in a dream
Waits at the window, laying her faith
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?

I look at all those lonely people
Coming from everywhere
I look at all those lonely people

Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon
That no one will hear, nobody want to come near
Look at him working on his socks in the night
When there's nobody there, what does he care?

Just look at all them people
Where do they all, where do they all come from?
Just look at all them people
Where do they all, do they all belong?

I look at all those lonely, lonely people, yes, I do
I look at all those lonely people

Elenor Rigby died in the church and was buried
Along with her name, nobody came
And Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands
As he walks from the grave, nobody was saved

Now can't you see those people
Where do they all, where do they come from?
All the lonely people, oh, yeah
Where do they belong?

I look at all those lonely people, all around me
I look at all those lonely people

Elenor Rigby, Elenor Rigby, Elenor Rigby
Father McKenzie, yeah, Father McKenzie
Father McKenzie, can you tell me where all those people belong?