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.

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.