There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and Empty chairs at empty tables Now my friends are 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 a world And they rose with voices ringing I can hear them now! The very words that had sung Became their last communion On the lonely barricade at dawn.
Oh my my friends forgive me That I live and 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 ask What your sacrifice was for Empty chairs at empty tables Where my friends will sing no more.