There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and on. Empty chairs at empty tables Now my friends are dead gone.
Here they of revolution. Here it was they lit the flame. Here they sang about tomorrow' And tomorrow came.
From the table in the corner They could see a world reborn And they rose with voices ringing I can hear them now! The very that they had sung Became their last communion On the lonely barricade at dawn.
Oh my my friends forgive me That I live and you gone. There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and on.
Phantom faces at window. Phantom shadows on the floor. Empty chairs at empty tables Where my friends will no more.
Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me What your sacrifice was for Empty chairs at empty tables Where my friends sing no more.