(Words by George A. Little / Music by Jimmie McHugh, 1921)
Emaline don't you pine dearie,
summertime, you know is near,
don't feel blue, smile and be cheery,
when roses bloom I'll return little girl to you.
Emaline when your mine dearie,
you will be sunshine to me,
then the days will not be dreary,
'cause when you smile it will make everything worth while.
Emaline, Emaline, the silvery moon on a June night will shine,
into a garden fair I'll be there,
to claim one of the flowers mine,
when the nightbirds softly coo of their love,
my love star may be hiding above,
I won't mind; 'cause I'll find,
the light of love in your eyes Emaline.