Would you know my name if I saw you in Heaven? Would it be the same if I saw you in Heaven? I must be strong and carry on, 'Cause I know I don't belong here in Heaven.
Would you hold my hand if I saw you in Heaven? Would you help me stand if I saw you in Heaven? I'll find my way through night and day, 'Cause I know I just can't stay here in Heaven.
Time can bring your down; time can bend your knees. Time can break your heart, have you begging please, begging please.
Beyond the door there's peace I'm sure, And I know there'll be no more tears in Heaven.
When the sun goes down, when the night star falls I can see you come, I can hear you call
In every corner of the world, in every boy and every girl There lives a hunger to be free With every passion that I feel, and every secret I reveal Oh let the night unchain my heart
Into the darkness now we go, every heart will find its soul [repeat]
When the sun goes down, when the night star falls I can see you come, I can hear you call
Come meet me underneath the stars, and you can show me who you are Shadows of love under the moon
Into the darkness now we go, every heart will find its soul [repeat]
When the sun goes down, when the city sleeps We can be ourselves, in this land of dreams [repeat...] When the sun goes down
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string I'd say that I had spring fever But I know it isn't even spring
I'm as starry eyed and vaguely discontented Like a nightingale without a song to sing Oh, why should I have spring fever When I know it isn't even spring?
I keep wishing I were somewhere else Walking down a strange new street Hearing words that I have never heard From a man I have yet to meet
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud Or a robin on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring Yes, it might, might as well be spring
Oh, I keep wishing I were somewhere else Walking down a strange new street Hearing words that I have never, never heard From a man I have yet to meet
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud Or a robin on the wing
My, I feel so gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring Yeah, it might, might as well be spring
Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice In the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face That she keeps in a jar by the door Who is it for?
All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words Of a sermon that no one will hear 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 the 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?