Emaline
Frank S. Perkins, Mitchell Parish
Can't you hear my heart
Whispering 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
Now, 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
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