Someday he’ll come alongThe man I loveAnd he’ll be big and strongThe man I loveAnd when he comes my wayI’ll do my best to make him stayHe’ll look at me and smileI’ll understandAnd in a little whileHe’ll take my handAnd though it seems absurdI know we both won’t say a wordMaybe I shall meet himSunday Maybe MondayMaybe notStill I’m sure to meet him one dayMaybe TuesdayWill be my good news dayHe’ll build a little homeJust meant for twoFrom which I’d never roamWho would, would you?And so all else aboveI’m waiting for the man I love