There's a grief can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and on. Empty chairs at empty tables 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 they had sung their last communion On the lonely barricade at dawn.
Oh my friends, my friends forgive me That I live and you are gone. There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's pain goes on and on.
Phantom at the window. Phantom shadows on the floor. Empty chairs at empty tables Where my friends meet no more.
Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me What your sacrifice was for Empty chairs at empty tables Where my will sing no more.