Will You Visit Me On Sundays? - Merle Haggard, The Strangers

Just outside these prison bars

The hanging tree is waitin'

At sunrise I’ll meet darkness

And death will say hello

Darling, touch your lips to mine

And tell me 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 away a tear?

A grave is filled with silence

If a sleeping man could hear

Darling, would I hear

Your footsteps up there?

Promise me that time won’t

Separate 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 morning

Hold me close and

Tell me you still 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

If a sleeping man could hear

Darling, would I hear

Your footsteps up there?