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 hold me close 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, you'd hear my footsteps up there
Promise me that time won't separate me from your memory
And I'll remember you until the days of silver hair
If not for you, I know I'd lose my mind before the morning
So 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, you'd hear my footsteps up there
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, you'd hear my footsteps up there
Darling, you'd hear my footsteps up there
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 hold me close 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, you'd hear my footsteps up there
Promise me that time won't separate me from your memory
And I'll remember you until the days of silver hair
If not for you, I know I'd lose my mind before the morning
So 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, you'd hear my footsteps up there
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, you'd hear my footsteps up there
Darling, you'd hear my footsteps up there
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Writer(s): Dallas Frazier
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