Some day he'll come along,
The man I love
And he'll be big and strong,
The man I love
And when he comes my way
I'll do my best to make him stay.
He'll look at me and smile
I'll understand;
Then in a little while,
He'll take my hand;
And though it seems absurd,
I know we both won't say a word
Maybe I'll meet him Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe night;
Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day
He'll build a little home
Just meant for two,
From which I'll never roam,
Who would — would you?
And so all else above
I'm waiting for
The Man I Love.
Maybe I'll meet him Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe night;
Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day
He'll build a little home
Just meant for two,
From which I'll never roam,
Who would — would you?
And so all else above
I'm waiting for
The Man I Love.