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

re-

vo-

lu-

tion

Here

it

was

they

lit

the

flame

Here

they

sang

a-

bout-

to-

mor-

row

And

to-

mor-

row

ne-

ver

came

From

the

ta-

ble

in

the

cor-

ner

they

could

see

a

world

re-

born

And

they

rose

with

voi-

ces

ring-

ing

And

i

can

hear

them

now

The

ve-

ry

words

that

they

had

sung

Be-

came

their

last

com-

mu-

nion

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

fa-

ces

at

the

win-

dow

Phan-

tom

sha-

dows

on

the

floor

Emp-

ty

chairs

at

emp-

ty

ta-

bles

Where

my

friends

will

meet

no

more

Oh

my

friends

my

firends

don't

ask

me

What

your

sac-

ri-

fice

was

for

Emp-

ty

chairs

at

emp-

ty

ta-

bles

Where

my

friends

will

sing

no

more.