Someday he'll come alongnThe man I lovenAnd he'll be big and strongnThe man I lovenAnd when he comes my waynI'll do my best to make him staynnHe'll look at me and smilenI'll understandnAnd in a little whilenHe'll take my handnAnd though it seems absurdnI know we both won't say a wordnnMaybe I will meet him SundaynMaybe Monday, maybe notnStill, I’m sure to meet him one daynMaybe Tuesday will be my good news daynnWe'll build a little homenJust meant for twonFrom which I’ll never roamnWho would, would younAnd so all else abovenI'm dreaming ofnThe man I lovennMaybe I shall meet him on SundaynMaybe Monday maybe notnStill I’m sure to meet him one daynMaybe Tuesday will be my good news daynnWe'll build a little homenJust meant for twonFrom which I’ll never roamnWho would, would younAnd so all else abovenI'm dreaming ofnThe man I love