Some day he’ll come along,The man I loveAnd he’ll be big and strong,The man I loveAnd 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 handAnd, though it seem absurd,I know we both won’t say, we 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...We’ll build a little home just meant for two,From which I’ll never roam,Who would, would you? And so all else aboveI’m waiting for the man I love.Maybe I shall meet him on sunday,Maybe monday maybe not...Still I’m sure to meet him one day,Maybe tuesday will be my good news day.We’ll build a little home just meant for two,From which I’ll never, ever roam,Who would, would you? And so all else above I’m waiting for...The man...I...Love!