C Em
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
C Em
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Em
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice in the church
C Em
where a weeding has been, lives in a dream.
Em
Waits at the window, wearing the face
C Em
that she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for?
Em7 Em6
All the lonely people,
C/E Em
where do they all come from?
Em7 Em6
All the lonely people,
C/E Em
where do they all belong?
Em
Father McKenzie, writing the words
C Em
of a sermon that no one will hear, no-one comes near.
Em
Look at him working, darning his socks
C Em
in the night when there’s nobody there, what does he care?
Em7 Em6
All the lonely people,
C/E Em
where do they all come from?
Em7 Em6
All the lonely people,
C/E Em
where do they all belong?
Em7 Em6
Ah, look at all the lonely people
C/E Em
where do they all come from?
Em7 Em6
All the lonely people,
C/E Em
where do they all belong?
Em
Eleanor Rigby died in the church
C Em
and was buried along with her name, nobody came.
Em
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
C Em
from his hands as he walks from the grave, no-one was seved.
Em7 Em6
All the lonely people,
C/E Em
where do they all come from?
Em7 Em6
All the lonely people,
C/E Em
where do they all belong?
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