[ti:Empty Chairs at Empty Tables]
[ar:John Owen Jones]
[00:05.04]There’s a grief that can’t be spoken.
[00:11.55]
[00:13.66]There’s a pain goes on and on.
[00:17.87]
[00:18.32]Empty chairs at empty tables
[00:23.42]
[00:23.68]Now my friends are dead and gone.
[00:29.55]
[00:30.38]Here they talked of revolution.
[00:35.17]
[00:35.42]Here it was they lit the flame.
[00:41.56]
[00:41.77]Here they sang about tomorrow
[00:47.55]
[00:47.70]And tomorrow never came.
[00:52.58]
[00:53.92]From the table in the corner
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[01:01.34]They could see a world reborn
[01:06.09]
[01:06.38]And they rose with voices ringing
[01:11.42]
[01:11.63]And I can hear them now!
[01:16.04]
[01:16.20]The very words that they had sung
[01:22.03]
[01:22.24]Became their last communion
[01:29.15]
[01:29.51]On the lonely barricade at dawn.
[01:38.89]
[01:39.18]Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
[01:45.90]
[01:46.21]That I live and you are gone.
[01:51.13]
[01:51.34]There’s a grief that can’t be spoken.
[01:56.46]
[01:56.66]There’s a pain goes on and on.
[02:04.27]
[02:04.39]Phantom faces at the window.
[02:07.92]
[02:08.01]Phantom shadows on the floor.
[02:13.82]
[02:13.93]Empty chairs at empty tables
[02:17.83]
[02:17.97]Where my friends will meet no more.
[02:24.79]
[02:24.95]Oh my friends, my friends, don’t ask me
[02:31.48]What your sacrifice was for
[02:37.66]Empty chairs at empty tables
[02:42.52]Where my friends will sing no more.
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