Oh, all these lost people
Oh, all these lost people
Ellinor Rydholm picks up the rice in the church when the wedding is over
Sneaking out, sneaking in her dreams
She pours the rice grains into a jar and walks home
Waiting for who
All the lost people, where do they come from?
All the lost people, who asks for them?
Father Kallstenius is preaching in church but nobody's listening
He'd rather leave, lonely at night
He's darning his socks, his gaze is wandering about
Searching for something
All the lost people, where do they come from?
All the lost people, who asks for them?
Oh, all these lost people
Oh, all these lost people
Ellinor Rydholm died and was buried in the village, nobody came
Who cares?
Tired Father Kallstenius brushes off some dust from his coat and walks
Away from her grave
All the lost people, where do they come from?
All the lost people, who asks for them?