Empty chairs at empty tables
MARIUS :There's a grief that can't be spoken.There's 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 cornerThey could see a world rebornAnd they rose with voices ringingI can hear them now!The very words that they had sungBecame their last communionOn the 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 window.Phantom shadows on the floor.Empty chairs at empty tablesWhere my friends will meet no more.
Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask meWhat your sacrifice was forEmpty chairs at empty tablesWhere my friends will meet no more