Empty Chairs, Empty Tables
by Michael Ball

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 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 singing
And I can hear them now
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricades 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
Now 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
Now my friends will sing no more
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Lyrics submitted by Leo.