G. & I. Gerschwin



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.



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.