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(Dallas Frazier)

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 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 be misty will you brush away a tear
The grave is filled with silence but if a sleeping man could hear
Darling would I hear your footsteps up there.

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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 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
The grave is filled with silence but if a sleeping man could hear
Darling would I hear your footsteps up there.

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
The grave is filled with silence but if a sleeping man could hear
Darling would I hear your footsteps up there...
(Dallas Frazier)      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 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 be misty will you brush away a tear   The grave is filled with silence but if a sleeping man could hear   Darling would I hear your footsteps up there.      --- Instrumental ---      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 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   The grave is filled with silence but if a sleeping man could hear   Darling would I hear your footsteps up there.      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   The grave is filled with silence but if a sleeping man could hear   Darling would I hear your footsteps up there...