Evening breezes hum a lullabye There's a million candles in the sky I've put on my sunday suit of blue Just for you Here i'm waiting at you garden gate While the village clock is striking 8 Hurry up Hurry down Honey Don't be late Don't you hear my heart Whisper through your window It's a lovely night To meander with me Have you told you friends Have you told your people Hurry up and write them a line 'Bout a wedding to be 'Bout a wedding to be In the church there's an old bell ringer Ringer Just waiting for the time When i place a ring Around your finger Make, making you mine So all i do is pray For that sunday morning sun to shine When i promanade down the line Hand in hand with emaline Hand in hand with emailine Hand in hand with emaline