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.