Someday [bad word] along
The man I love
And he'll be big and strong
The man I love
And when [bad word] 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