C C Em Em
Ah, look at all the lonely people
C C Em Em
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Em Em
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the
Em
church where a wedding has
C Em
been—Lives in a dream
Em Em
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she
Em
keeps in a jar by the
C C
door—Who is it for?
Em Em
All the lonely people
C Em
Where do they all come from?
Em Em
All the lonely people
C Em
Where do they all belong?
Em Em
Father McKenzie writing the words of a
Em
sermon that no one will
C C
hear–No one comes near.
Em Em
Look at him working. Darning his socks in the
Em
night when there”s
C C
nobody there–What does he care?
Em Em
All the lonely people
C Em
Where do they all come from?
Em Em
All the lonely people
C Em
Where do they all belong?
C C Em Em
Ah, look at all the lonely people
C C Em Em
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Em Em
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was
Em
buried along with her
C C
name–Nobody came
Em Em
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his
Em
hands as he walks from the
C C
grave–No one was saved
Em Em
All the lonely people
C Em
Where do they all come from?
Em Em
All the lonely people
C Em (hold)
Where do they all belong?