Will You Visit Me On Sundays? - Remastered 2001

Just outside these prison walls a hanging tree is waiting

Tomorrow I'll meet darkness as death will say hello

Darling put you lips to mine and tell me that you love

Hold me close again before you go

Will you visit me on Sundays, Will you bring me pretty flowers

Will your big blue eyes be misty, will you brush brush away a tear

A grave is filled with silence, but if a sleeping man could hear

Darling, will I hear your footsteps up there.

Promise me that time won't separate me from your memory

That you will still remember me in days of silver hair

If not for you I know I'd lose my life 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 be misty, will you brush brush away a tear

A grave is filled with silence, but if a sleeping man could hear

Darling, will I hear your footsteps up there.

Will you visit me on Sundays, Will you bring me pretty flowers

Will your big blue eyes be misty, will you brush brush away a tear