The Man I Love
When the mellow moon begins to beam,Ev’ry night I dream a little dream,And of course Prince Charming is the theme,The he for me.Although I realize as well as you,It is seldom that a dream comes true.
For/To me it’s clearThat he’ll appear.Some day he’ll come along,The man I love,And he’ll be big and strong,The man I love,
And when he comes my wayI’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 homeJust meant for two,From which I’ll never roam,Who would – would you?And so all else aboveI’m waiting forThe man I love.
He’ll build a little homeJust meant for two,From which I’ll never roam,Who would – would you?And so all else aboveI’m waiting forThe man I love.