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 'to morrow'
And to morrow never came.
From the table in the corner
They could see a world re born
And they rose with voices ringing
I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sung
Be came their last com munion
On the lonely barri cade 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 window.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more.
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more
