Cab Calloway

Emaline

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