G                          Bm
Ah, look at all the lonely people
G                          Bm
Ah, look at all the lonely people


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


Bm7            Bdim7   
All the lonely people
      G                Bm
Where do they all come from?
Bm7            Bdim7   
All the lonely people
      G             Bm
Where do they all belong?


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


Bm7            Bdim7   
All the lonely people
      G                Bm
Where do they all come from?
Bm7            Bdim7   
All the lonely people
      G             Bm
Where do they all belong?


G                          Bm
Ah, look at all the lonely people
G                          Bm
Ah, look at all the lonely people

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


Bm7            Bdim7   
All the lonely people
      G                Bm
Where do they all come from?
Bm7            Bdim7   
All the lonely people
      G             Bm
Where do they all belong?
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