Introdução: 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 Bridge 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