F                          Am
Ah, look at all the lonely people
F                          Am
Ah, look at all the lonely people


Am
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church
                    F                Am
Where a wedding has been, lives in a dream
Am
Waits at the window, wearing the face
                               F               Am
That she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for?


Am7            Adim7   
All the lonely people
      F                Am
Where do they all come from?
Am7            Adim7   
All the lonely people
      F             Am
Where do they all belong?


Am
Father McKenzie, writing the words
                             F                  Am
Of a sermon that no one will hear, no one comes near
Am
Look at him working, darning his socks
                                 F                   Am
In the night when there’s nobody there, what does he care?


Am7            Adim7   
All the lonely people
      F                Am
Where do they all come from?
Am7            Adim7   
All the lonely people
      F             Am
Where do they all belong?


F                          Am
Ah, look at all the lonely people
F                          Am
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Am
Eleanor Rigby died in the church
                              F            Am
And was buried along with her name, nobody came
Am
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
                                    F                 Am
From his hands as he walks from the grave, no one was saved


Am7            Adim7   
All the lonely people
      F                Am
Where do they all come from?
Am7            Adim7   
All the lonely people
      F             Am
Where do they all belong?