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.
Here they talked on rev o lu tion.
Here it was they lit the (C)flame.
Here they sang a bout to (Dm)mor row,
and to (E)mor row nev er (Am)came.
From the (C7)ta ble in the (F)cor ner
they could (Cm)see a (F7)world re (Bb)born.
And they (G7)rose with voi ces (C)ring ing.
And I can (Bb)hear
them (A)now.
The ver y (Dm)words that they had (Bb)sung
be (Gm)come their last com (G7)mu nion
on the lone ly bar ri (C6)cade
at (Am)dawn.
Oh my friends, my friends, for give me
that I live and you are (C)gone.
There’s a grief that can’t be (Dm)spo ken.
There’s a (E7)pain goes on and (A)on.
Phan tom fac es at the win dow,
phan tom shad ows on the (F)floor.
Emp ty chairs at emp ty (Gm)ta bles
where my (A)friends will meet no (Dm)more.
Oh, my friends, my friends, don’t ask me
what your sac ri fice was (F)for.
Emp ty chairs at emp ty (Gm)ta bles
where my (A)friends will sing no (Dm)more.
This page shows “Empty Chairs At Empty Tables” by Claude-Michel Schonberg 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 100 BPM, a comfortable easy-level arrangement perfect for first-time learners.