The Man I Love

Someday 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.

And 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 shall meet him

Sunday,

maybe Monday,

maybe not.

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 shall meet him Sunday,

maybe Monday, maybe not.

Still I'm sure to meet him one

day,

maybe Tuesday will be

my good news day.

He'll build a 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.