Written by George & Ira Gershwin, 1924. lyrics 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 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 new day
he’ll build a little home, just meant for two from which I’d never roam – who would, would you? and so all else above I’m dreaming of the man I love
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 new day
he’ll build a little home, just meant for two from which I’d never roam – who would, would you? and so all else above I’m dreaming of the man I love