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 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 ringing

 I can hear them now!

 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 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

 Where 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

 Where my friends will sing no more.