Evening breezes hum their lulaby

There's a million candles in the sky

I'll put on my Sunday suit of blue

Emaline just for you

And now I'm waiting at your garden gate

And the village clock is striking eight

Hurry up hurry down honey don't be late

Can't you hear my heart whisper through your window

Emaline

Well don't you think that it's quite the time

For a meander with

Me

Well have you told your friends dear

Have you told your people

Emaline

Then hurry up and drop them a line

About our wedding to be

In the church there's an old bell ringer

And he's just waiting for the time

When I put my ring on your finger

Making you mine

So all I do is wait for that Sunday morning

Emaline

When I'm gonna walk down the line

Hand in hand with Emaline