Someday hell come along
The man I love
And hell be big and strong
The man I love
And when he comes my way
Ill do my best to make him stay
Hell look at me and smile
Ill understand
Then in a little while
Hell take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both wont say a word
Maybe hell come sunday
Maybe monday, maybe not
Still Im sure hell come one day
Maybe tuesday will be
My good news day
Well built a little home
Just meant for two
From which Ill never roam
Oh, what would you
And so all else above
Im dreaming of the man I love