[Marius, recovering from his wounds, imagines he's back at the ABC cafe.]



Marius

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 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

I can hear them now!

The very words that they had sung

Became their last communion

On the lowly barricade..

At dawn.



Oh my friends, my friends forgive me.



[The ghosts of those who died on the barricade appear.]



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.



[The ghosts fade away.]



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...