the man i love

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