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 dreaming of the man I love
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 dreaming of the man I love