There's a grief that can't
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 flame.
Here they sang about to morrow,
but to morrow never came.
From the table, in the corner,
they could see a world reborn,
and they rose with voices ringing.
the very words that they had sung
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
There's a pain that 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,
What your sacrifice was for.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more.
