Empty Chairs At Empty Tables

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

There's a pain goes on and (C)on.

Empty chairs at empty (Dm)tables,

now my (E)friends are dead and (Am)gone.

Here they talked on revolution.

Here it was they lit the (C)flame.

Here they sang about (Dm)tomorrow,

and (E)tomorrow never (Am)came.

From the (C7)table in the (F)corner they could (Cm)see a (F7)world (Bb)reborn.

And they (G7)rose with voices (C)ringing.

And I can (Bb)hear them (A)now.

The very (Dm)words that they had (Bb)sung (Gm)become their last (G7)communion (F)on the lonely (C6)barricade at (Am)dawn.

Oh my friends, my friends, forgive me that I live and you are (C)gone.

There's a grief that can't be (Dm)spoken.

There's a (E7)pain goes on and (A)on.

(Dm)Phantom faces at the window,

phantom shadows on the (F)floor.

Empty chairs at empty (Gm)tables where my (A)friends will meet no (Dm)more.

Oh, my friends, my friends, don't ask me what your sacrifice was (F)for.

Empty chairs at empty (Gm)tables where my (A)friends will sing no (Dm)more.