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 and gone.
Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about tomorrow.
But tomorrow never came.
From the table in the corner
we could see the world reborn.
And they rose with voices ringing
and I can hear them now.
The very words that they had sung
became their last communion.
On 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 a pain goes on and on.
Phantom faces at the windows.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empry tables
where my friends will sing no more.
Oh my friends my friends don't ask me
what your sacrifce was for.
Empty chairs at empty tables
where my friends will sing no more.