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