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.