Will You Visit Me on Sundays

Will You Visit Me on Sundays - Merle Haggard

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 me

Promise me 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 seperate me from your memory

That you remember me in till the 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 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