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

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