Paroles de Will You Visit Me On Sundays

Just outside these prison bars the 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 Sundays will you bring me pretty flowers Will your big blue eyes get 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 seperate me from your mem'ry 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 Sundays... Will you visit me on Sundays...