Empty Chairs At Empty Tables

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