When the mellow moon begins to beam,nEvery night I dream a little dream,nAnd of course Prince Charming is the theme:nThe henFor me.nAlthough I realize as well as younIt is seldom that a dream comes true,nTo me it's clearnThat he'll appear.nnSome day he'll come along,nThe man I love,nAnd he'll be big and strong,nThe man I love,nAnd when he comes my way,nI'll do my best to make him stay.nnHe'll look at me and smile,nI'll understand,nAnd in a little whilenHe'll take my hand,nAnd though it seems absurd,nI know we both won't say a word.nnMaybe I will meet him Sunday,nMaybe Monday, maybe not,nStill I'm sure to meet him one day,nMaybe TuesdaynWill be my good news day.nnHe'll build a little homenJust meant for two,nFrom which I'll never roamnWho would? Would you?nAnd so all else above,nI'm waiting fornThe man I lovennMaybe I will meet him Sunday,nMaybe Monday, maybe not,nStill I'm sure to meet him one day,nMaybe TuesdaynWill be my good news day.nnHe'll build a little homenJust meant for two,nFrom which I'll never roam,nWho would? Would you?nAnd so all else above,nI'm waiting fornThe man I love