There´s a grief that can´t be spoken  There´s a pain goes on and on  Empty chairs at empty tablesNow my friends are 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 reborn  And they rose with voices ringing  I can hear them now  The very words that they had sungt  Became their last communion  On the lonely barricade at dawn    Oh my friends, my friends, forgive me  That I live and you are gone  There´s a grief that can´t be spoken  There´s a pain goes on and on    Phantom faces at the window  Phantom shadows on the floor  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