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