emmilou is pretty,

emmilou is fine,

and I wonder, I wonder

what’s on her mind.

I saw her twice in the „royal blue” café,

emmilou is pretty

and I’m a little bit scared.

I go every sunday,

I come alone hoping to find her.

a woman at the door,

she smiles and then... she’s gone,

and I am still waiting,

emmilou–she hasn’t come.

oh, it frightens me–

–should i come back to my town?

call me now, and I’ll be coming.

call me–do–and i won’t be going.

oh, shall we meet someday

in a „royal blue” café,

emmilou is pretty–and I’m a little bit

scared.

emmilou is fine, emmilou.^[2]