The Man I Love sing and play along

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'll never roam.

Who would, would you?

And so all else above, I'm waiting for the man I love.