Just outside these prison bars
the hanging tree is waiting
At sunrise I'll meet darkness and
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
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
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
