Standard (EADGBE)

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 are dead and gone.

Here they talked of revolution.

Here it was they lit the f lame.

Here they sang about `to morrow'

And tomorrow never c ame.

From the table in the c orner

They could see a world reb orn

And they rose with voices r inging

I can hear them n ow!

The very words that they had s ung

Became their last comm union

On the lonely barricade at dawn.

Oh my friends, my friends forgive me

That I live and you are g one.

There's a grief that can't be s poken.

There's a pain goes on and on.

Phantom faces at the window.

Phantom shadows on the f loor.

Empty chairs at empty t ables

Where my friends will meet no m ore.

Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me

What your sacrifice was f or

Empty chairs at empty tables

Where my friends will sing no more.