Empty Chairs at Empty Tables


There's a grief that can't be spo-ken._
There's a pain goes on and on._
Emp-ty chairs at emp-ty ta-bles,
now my friends are dead and gone.

Here they talked of rev-o-lu-tion._
Here it was they lit the flame._
Here they sang a-bout to-mor-row,
and to-mor-row nev-er came.

From the ta-ble in the cor-ner
they could see a world re-born._
And they rose with voic-es ring-ing.
And I can hear them now.

The ver-y words that they had sung
become their last com-mun-ion_
on the lone-ly bar-ri-cade at dawn.

Oh my friends, my friends, for-give me_
that I live and you are gone._
There's a grief that can't be spo-ken.
There's a pain goes on and on.

Phan-tom fac-es at the win-dow,_
phan-tom shad-ows on the floor._
Emp-ty chairs at emp-ty ta-bles
where my friends will meet no more.

Oh, my friends, my friends, don't ask me_
what your sac-rif-ice was for._
Emp-ty chairs at emp-ty ta-bles
where my friends will sing no more.

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