Thereīs a grief that canīt be spoken
Thereīs a pain goes on and on
Empty chairs at empty tablesNow 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
I can hear them now
The very words that they had sungt
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricade at dawn
Oh my friends, my friends, forgive me
That I live and you are gone
Thereīs a grief that canīt be spoken
Thereīs 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, donīt ask me
What your sacrifice was for.
Empty chairs at empty tables,Where my friends will sing no more
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