Some day he'll come along. The Man I Love; And he'll big and strong,
the man I love; And when he come 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, May be 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 all so else above,
I'm waiting for the man I love.