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 promise me 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, would I hear
Your footsteps up there?
Promise me that time won't separate me
From your memory
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 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, would I hear
Your footsteps up there?