Ah look at all the lucky people
Ah look at all the lucky people
Oh Lucy Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where Ed’s wedding has been
Has no more dreams
Waits at the window, waiting the face
That she thinks will make her wait no more
What is it for?
All the lucky people
How do they all go on?
All the lucky people
Where do they all belong?
Oh Lucy Rigby, writing the words
Of a book that no one will read
No one comes near
Look at her working, learning her books
In the night when there's nobody there
What is it for?
All the lucky people
Where do they all come from?
All the lucky people
Why doesn’t she belong?
Ah look at all the lucky people
Ah look at all the lucky people
Oh Lucy 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
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
