Evening breezes hum their lullabythere's a million candles in the skyI put on my sunday suit of blueEmaline, just for youNow I'm standing at your garden gateand the village clock is striking eighthurry uphurry downhoney, don't be lateCan't you hear my heartwhisper through your windowEmalinedon't you think that it's about timefor me and you to meetHave you told your friends, dearhave you told your people Emalinethen hurry up to drop them a lineabout our wedding to beIn the church there's an old bell ringerand he's just waiting for the timewhen I put my ring on your fingerand making you mineSo, all I do is waitfor that sunday morning sun to shinewhen I'm gonna walk down the linehand in hand with Emaline
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