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 ma-an I love.
(Orchestrtion interlude)
He'll build a little home just meant for two-oo
From which I'll never roam - who-oo wou-uld? Wou-uld you?
And so all else above
I'm waiting for the man- I- lo-o-ove.
