Will You Visit Me on Sunday

Just outside these prison bars, a 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 Sunday, will you bring me pretty flowers?
Will your big blue eyes be 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 separate me from your memory
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 Sunday, will you bring me pretty flowers?
Will your big blue eyes be 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?