There's a grief that can't be spoken There's a pain that 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 they sang about tomorrow And tomorrow never came From the table in the corner They could see a world reborn And they rose with voices ringing And I can hear them now The very words that they had sung Became their last communion On this 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 that 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 see no more Thank you very much. Give it up for Gigi Robbie. I'd also like to give a big shout-out one more time to this extraordinary band, this wonderful orchestra, and our conductor tonight, Mr. Sean O'Loughlin.