Tekster: Cab Calloway. Emaline.

Evening breezes hum their lullaby
thereA's a million candles in the sky
I put on my sunday suit of blue
Emaline, just for you

Now IA'm standing at your garden gate
and the village clock is striking eight
hurry up
hurry down
honey, donA't be late

CanA't you hear my heart
whisper through your window
Emaline
donA't you think that itA'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 thereA's an old bell ringer
and heA'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 IA'm gonna walk down the line
hand in hand with Emaline