Just outside these prison bars, the hanging tree is waitingAt sunrise I'll meet darkness, and death will say helloDarling, touch your lips to mine, and tell me that you love mePromise me again before you goWill you visit me on Sunday, will you bring me pretty flowersWill your big blue eyes, will you give me a kissWill your eyes be misty, will you brush away a tearA grave is filled with silence, but if a sleeping man could hearDarling, would I hear your footsteps up therePromise me that time won't separate me from your memoryThat you'll remember me until the days of silver hairIf not for you, I know I'd lose my mind before the morningHold me close, I know I'd lose my mind before the morningCome closer and tell me that you careAnd will you visit me on Sunday, will you bring me pretty flowersWill your big blue eyes be misty, will you brush away a tearA grave is filled with silence, but if a sleeping man could hearheardarlingwould Ihearyourfootstepsup therewill youvisit meon Sundaywill youbring meprettyflowerswill yourbig blueeyes bemistywill youbrushawaythedew