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 the sang about tomorrow
And tomorrow never came

From the table, through the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
And I can here them now

The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
And 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

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Alain Albert Boublil, Claude Michel Schonberg, Herbert Kretzmer