This grief can be spoken
There is a pain goes on and on
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends
are dead and gone
Here they talked of revolution
Here is was
they lit the flags
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
And I can hear them now
The very words that
they have sang
Became their last communion
On this lonely barricade at dawn
Oh my friends my friends
forgive me
That I live and you are gone
There is grief that can be spoken
There is a pain goes on and on
Phantom faces at the windows
Phantom shadows on the floors
Empty chairs at empty tables
where my friends
will meet no more
Oh my friends my friends
don’t ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
where my friends
will sing no more