Emaline - Jonathan Richman, The Modern Lovers

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