Chorus: Some day 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.