The Man I Love
When the mellow moon begins to beamEvery night I dream a little dreamAnd of course Prince Charming is the themeThe he, for me.Although I realize as well as youIt is seldom that a dream comes true,To me it's clearThat he'll appear.
Some day he'll come along, the man I loveAnd he'll be big and strong, the man I loveAnd when he comes my way,I'll do my best to make him stay.
He'll look at me and smile, I'll understandAnd in a little while, he'll take my handAnd though it seems absurdI know we both won't say a word.
Maybe I shall meet him Sunday,Maybe Monday, maybe notStill I'm sure to meet him one dayMaybe Tuesday will be my good news day.
He'll build a little home just meant for twoFrom which I'll never roam, who would? would you?And so, all else above,I'm waiting for the man I love