There's a grief that can't be spokenThere's a pain goes on and onEmpty chairs at empty tablesNow my friends are dead and gone
Here they talked of revolutionHere it was they lit the flameHere they sang about tomorrowAnd tomorrow never came
From the table in the cornerThey could see a world rebornAnd they rose with voices ringingAnd I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sungBecame their last communionOn this lonely barricadeAt dawn
Oh my friends, my friends forgive meThat I live and you are goneThere's a grief that can't be spokenThere's a pain goes on and on
Phantom faces at the windowPhantom shadows on the floorEmpty chairs at empty tablesWhere my friends will meet no more
Oh my friends, my friendsDon't ask me what your sacrifice was forEmpty chairs at empty tablesWhere my friends will sing no more