a goose

Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no one will here,

No one comes near.

Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there,

What does he care?

All the lonely people,

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people,

Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people.

Ah, look at all the lonely people.

Eleanor Rigby died in a church and was buried along with her name,

Nobody came.

Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave;

No one was saved.

All the lonely people, (Ah, look at all the lonely people)

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people, (Ah, look at all the lonely people)

Where do they all belong?

Those seem familiar?