Evening breezes hum their lullaby   thereÂ's a million candles in the sky   I put on my sunday suit of blue   Emaline, just for you      Now IÂ'm standing at your garden gate   and the village clock is striking eight   hurry up   hurry down   honey, donÂ't be late      CanÂ't you hear my heart   whisper through your window   Emaline   donÂ't you think that itÂ'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 thereÂ's an old bell ringer   and heÂ'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 IÂ'm gonna walk down the line   hand in hand with Emaline