Lyrics
Where my friends will meet no more, and they rose with voices ringing, there s a pain goes on and on
The ghosts fade away, empty chairs at empty tables
here they talked of revolution
Here it was they lit the flame, oh my friends
phantom faces at the window
The ghosts fade away, here it was they lit the flame
They could see a world reborn, empty chairs at empty tables, my friends forgive me
I can hear them now, phantom faces at the window
There s a pain goes on and on, now my friends are dead and gone
on the lonely barricade at dawn
Empty chairs at empty tables, here they talked of revolution, there s a grief that can t be spoken
And tomorrow never came, there s a pain goes on and on
Empty chairs at empty tables, there s a pain goes on and on
That i live and you are gone, became their last communion
i can hear them now
Here it was they lit the flame, the ghosts of those who died on the barricade appear Empty, now my friends are dead and gone
from the table in the corner
there s a grief that can t be spoken
Empty chairs at empty tables, from the table in the corner, my friends forgive me
phantom faces at the window
Don t ask me what your sacrifice was for, where my friends will meet no more, where my friends will sing no more
that i live and you are gone
There s a pain goes on and on, there s a pain goes on and on, and tomorrow never came
Empty chairs at empty tables, the very words that they had sung, don t ask me what your sacrifice was for
Phantom shadows on the floor, and they rose with voices ringing
There s a pain goes on and on, the ghosts fade away
Where my friends will meet no more, that i live and you are gone
And they rose with voices ringing, phantom faces at the window at, empty chairs at empty tables
phantom faces at the window
There s a pain goes on and on, there s a grief that can t be spoken
here they talked of revolution
My friends forgive me, there s a pain goes on and on, and they rose with voices ringing
phantom shadows on the floor
the ghosts of those who died on the barricade appear
from the table in the corner
Now my friends are dead and gone, don t ask me what your sacrifice was for
Phantom shadows on the floor, i can hear them now, the very words that they had sung
phantom faces at the window
now my friends are dead and gone
Phantom faces at the window, the ghosts of those who died on the barricade appear
And they rose with voices ringing, and tomorrow never came
Here they talked of revolution, from the table in the corner, where my friends will sing no more
There s a grief that can t be spoken, and they rose with voices ringing, there s a pain goes on and on
the very words that they had sung
Empty chairs at empty tables, on the lonely barricade at dawn, became their last communion
The ghosts of those who died on the barricade appear, phantom faces at the window
Empty chairs at empty tables, don t ask me what your sacrifice was for
Here they talked of revolution, here they sang about tomorrow
From the table in the corner, now my friends are dead and gone, from the table in the corner
empty chairs at empty tables
there s a pain goes on and on
on the lonely barricade at dawn
On the lonely barricade at dawn, here they talked of revolution Gates, here it was they lit the flame
became their last communion
Here they sang about tomorrow, phantom faces at the window, here it was they lit the flame
And tomorrow never came, empty chairs at empty tables, the ghosts of those who died on the barricade appear
phantom faces at the window