There's a grief that can't spoken. There's a pain goes on and on. Empty chairs at empty tables Now my friends dead and gone.
Here they talked of revolution. Here it was they lit flame. Here they sang about tomorrow' And tomorrow never came.
From the table in the corner They could see world reborn And rose with voices ringing I can hear them now! The very words that they had sung Became their last communion On the lonely barricade at dawn.
Oh my friends, my forgive me I live and you are gone. There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain on and on.
Phantom faces at the window. Phantom shadows on the floor. Empty chairs empty tables Where my friends will meet no more.
Oh my friends, my friends, don't me What your sacrifice was for Empty chairs at empty tables Where my friends will sing no more.