About the Song

Conway Twitty, the beloved country music icon, takes listeners on a journey of longing and loneliness with his heartfelt ballad “Will You Visit Me On Sunday”. This poignant track, released in 1970 as part of his album “Will You Visit Me On Sunday?”, showcases Twitty’s ability to convey deep emotion through his music.

Written by Dallas Frazier, a prolific songwriter known for his contributions to country music, “Will You Visit Me On Sunday” captures the essence of yearning and isolation. Twitty’s smooth vocals and heartfelt delivery add depth and authenticity to the song, resonating with listeners who have experienced the pain of separation.

Upon its release, “Will You Visit Me On Sunday” climbed the country music charts, earning Twitty widespread acclaim and recognition as one of the genre’s most gifted storytellers. Its powerful message and emotive performance struck a chord with audiences, propelling it to high positions on various music rankings.

Decades later, “Will You Visit Me On Sunday” remains a timeless classic, a testament to Conway Twitty’s enduring legacy as a masterful interpreter of human emotion. Its haunting melody and poignant lyrics continue to resonate with listeners, offering solace and understanding to those who have experienced the ache of loneliness and longing.

Whether you’re a longtime fan of Conway Twitty or discovering his music for the first time, “Will You Visit Me On Sunday” is sure to leave a lasting impression. So, sit back, relax, and let Twitty’s velvety voice transport you to a place of introspection and empathy as you listen to this timeless ballad.

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Lyrics

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?