C                            Em
Ahh, look at all the lonely people.
 C                            Em
Ahh, look at all the lonely people.

  Em                                                 Em7          C
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been.
            Em
Lives in a dream.
 Em                                                     Em7         C
Waits at the window, wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door,
          Em
Who is it for?

Em7              Em6
All the lonely people,
      C                 Em
Where do they all come from?

Em7             Em6
All the lonely people,
      C             Em
Where do they all belong?


 Em                                                  Em7          C
Father MacKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear,
              Em
No one comes near.
 Em                                                         Em7    C
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there.
              Em
What does he care?

Em7              Em6
All the lonely people,
      C                 Em
Where do they all come from?
Em7             Em6
All the lonely people,
      C             Em
Where do they all belong?

 
C                            Em
Ahh, look at all the lonely people.
 C                            Em
Ahh, look at all the lonely people.

 Em                                            Em7            C
Eleanor Rigby died in a church and was buried along with her name,
        Em
Nobody came.
 Em                                                    Em7             C
Father MacKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave,
            Em
No one was saved.

Em7              Em6
All the lonely people,
      C                 Em
Where do they all come from?
Em7             Em6
All the lonely people,
      C             Em
Where do they all belong?