Текст песни Emaline

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