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'd never roam 
who would, would you?
and so all else above
i'm wating for the man i love