Empty Chairs At Empty Tables

There’s a grief that can’t be spoken
There’s a pain goes on and on
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends dead and gone

Here they talked of revolution
Here it was they lit the flame
Here they sang about “tomorrow”
And tomorrow never came

From the table in the corner
They could see a world ɾeborn
And they ɾose with voices ɾinging
I can hear them [A]now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion [C7]
On the lonely barricade at dawn

Oh my [A]friends, my [A]friends forgive me
That I live and [Bm]you [A7are gone
There’s a grief that can’t be [Am]spoken
There’s a pain goes on [C7]and [Bm]on [C7]

Phantom faces at the window
Phantom shadows on [C7]the floor
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my [A]friends will meet no more

Oh my [A]friends, my [A]friends, don’t ask me
What your sacrifice was [Am7]for [Dm7]
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my [A]friends will sing no more.