Thereґs a grief that canґt be spoken
Thereґs 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
And tomorrow never came

>From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
And I can hear them now
The very words that they had sungt
Became their [bad word] On the lonely barricade at dawn

Oh my friends, my friends, forgive me
That I live and you are gone
Thereґs a grief that canґt be spoken
Thereґs 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
Oh my friends, my friends, donґt ask me
What your sacrifice was for.
Empty chairs at empty tables,
Where my friends will sing no more