Empty Chairs At Empty Tables
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 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 barricade at dawn.
Oh my friends, my friends forgive meThat 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 windows.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 sing no more