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 hand in hand with Emaline
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