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'd never roam who would, would you? and so all else above i'm wating for the man i love