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