歌词:
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.
