When the mellow moon begins to beam Every night I dream a little dream And of course Prince Charming is the theme The he, for me. Although I realize as well as you It is seldom that a dream comes true, To me it's clear That he'll appear.
Some day 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 waiting for the man I love.