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