George and Ira Gershwin



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