Will You Visit Me On Sunday - Conway Twitty

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 once more before I 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 here

I promise you that time won’t seperate you from my mem’ry

That I’ll remember you 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…

Yes I’ll you visit you on Sunday and I’ll bring you pretty flowers