[Am9]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 [Am9]gone.
[Am9]Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the [C]flame.
Here they sang about 'to [Dm]morrow'
And to [E]morrow never [Am9]came.
From the [C7]table in the [F]corner
They could [Cm7]see a [F9]world re [Bb]born
And they [G9/B]rose with [G7]voices [C]ringing
I can [Bb]hear them [A]now!
The very [Dm]words that [Dm/C]they had [Bb]sung [Bb/A]
Be [Gm]came their last com [G9]munion
[F]On the lonely barri [Am/C]cade at [Am9]dawn.
[Am9]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 [E]pain goes on and [C]on.
[Cm]Phantom faces at the window.
Phantom shadows on the [Eb]floor.
Empty chairs at empty [Fm]tables
Where my [G]friends will meet no [Cm]more.
Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
What your sacrifice was [Eb]for
Empty chairs at empty [Fm]tables
Where my [G]friends will sing no [Cm]more
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