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 thought 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 mean 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.