Evening breezes hum their lullaby
there´s a million candles in the sky
I put on my sunday suit of blue
Emaline, just for you

Now I´m standing 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
don´t you think that it´s 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 there´s an old bell ringer
and he´s 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 I´m gonna walk down the line