(George Gershwin - Ira Gershwin)


[Originally by Billie Holiday]


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