Tekster: Mark Wills. Emily Harper.

Emily sat right next to me
Five days a week in the same bus seat
For a girl she was pretty cool

She wore an old ball cap, hated lace
Played a mean shortstop and second base
Never missed a day of Sunday school

And I never told a soul back then
But Emily Harper was my best friend

We carved our names on an old oak limb
On the bank of the creek where we used to swim
A farmer's son and a preacher's only daughter

We ran barefoot through the garden gate
All afternoon, we'd laugh and play
'Til the sun went down on me and Emily Harper

About the time I turned sixteen
I noticed Emily's eyes were green
And how they shined when I made her laugh

I liked it when her hair was down
I hated other guys around
I played it cool but I had it bad

Lord, her daddy had a fit
When he caught me stealing my first kiss

We carved a heart on that old oak limb
On the bank of the creek where we used to swim
A farmer's son and a preacher's only daughter

We used to sneak off in my daddy's car
Sit on the hood and count the stars
'Til the sun came up on me and Emily Harper

It all seems just like yesterday
We grew up but some things never change

We still hold hands by that old oak limb
On the bank of the creek where we used to swim
A farmer's son and a preacher's only daughter

She sure did make a lovely bride
We vowed to grow old side by side
'Til the sun goes down on me and Emily Harper
Emily Harper, me and Emily Harper