Evening breezes hum their lullaby
thereīs a million candles in the sky
I put on my sunday suit of blue
Emaline, just for you
Now Iīm standing at your garden gate
and the village clock is striking eight
hurry up
hurry down
honey, donīt be late
Canīt you hear my heart
whisper through your window
Emaline
donīt you think that itīs about time
for me and you to meet
Have you told your friends, dear
have you told your people
Emaline
then hurry up to drop them a line
about our wedding to be
In the church thereīs an old bell ringer
and heīs just waiting for the time
when I put my ring on your finger
and making you mine
So, all I do is wait
for that sunday morning sun to shine
when Iīm gonna walk down the line
hand in hand with Emaline
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