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 we'll never roam; Who would, would you? 
And so all else above I'm waiting for the man I love