There’s a grief that can’t be spo ken
there’s a pain goes on and (C)on.
Emp ty chairs at emp ty (Dm)ta bles
now my (E)friends are dead and (Am)gone.
From the (C7)ta ble
in the (F)cor ner
they could (Cm)see a (F9)world re (Bb)born.
And they (G9)rose with (G7)voic es (C)ring ing,
I can (Bb)hear
them (A)now.
The ve ry (Dm)words that (Dm)they had (Bb)sung
be (Gm)came their last com (G9)mu nion
on the lone ly bar ri (Am)cade
at (Am9)dawn.
Phan tom fac es at the win dow.
Phan tom shad ows on the (C)floor.
Emp ty chairs at emp ty (Dm)ta bles
where my (E)friends will meet no (Am)more.
Oh my friends, my friends, don’t ask me
what your sac ri fice was (C)for.
Emp ty chairs at emp ty (Dm)ta bles,
where my (E)friends will sing no (Am)more.
This page shows “Empty Chairs At Empty Tables” by Claude-Michel Schönberg in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of C at 88 BPM, a slightly more challenging arrangement — practice each phrase slowly first.