THE MAN I LOVE 1924 |
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.
THEN 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,
THAT’S MEANT FOR TWO,
FROM WHICH I’LL NEVER ROAM;
WHO WOULD, WOULD YOU?
AND SO ALL ELSE ABOVE,
I’ M DREAMING OF THE MAN I LOVE.
