Will You Visit Me On Sunday

Just outside these prison bars the hanging tree is waiting
 At sunrise I'll meet darkness and death will say hello
 Darling, touch your lips to mine and tell me that you love me
 And promise me again before you go.
 Will you visit me on Sundays, will you bring me pretty flowers
 Will your big blue eyes get misty, will you brush away a tear
 A grave is filled with silence but if a sleeping man could hear
 Darling, would I hear your footsteps up there.
 Promise me that time won't seperate me from your mem'ry
 That you'll remember me until the days of silver hair
 If not for you I know I'd lose my mind before the morning
 Hold me close and tell me that you care.
 Will you visit me on Sundays, will you bring me pretty flowers
 Will your big blue eyes get misty, will you brush away a tear
 A grave is filled with silence but if a sleeping man could hear
 Darling, would I hear your footsteps up there.
 Will you visit me on Sundays, will you bring me pretty flowers
 Will your big blue eyes get misty, will you brush away a tear
 A grave is filled with silence but if a sleeping man could hear
 Darling, would I hear your footsteps up there...