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.
