Richman

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