Мой любимый 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 news day
He'll build a little home, just meant for two From which we'll never roam; Who would, would you? And so all else above I'm waiting for the man I love