The Man I Love Ewa Bem

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 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 I'll never roam
Who would? would you?
And so, all else above
I'm waiting for the man I love
Some day he'll come along
The man I will love, and he'll be big and strong
The man I love. And when he comes my way
I'll do, 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 I'll never roam
Who would? would you?
And so, all else above, I am
I'm waiting for, waiting for
Waiting for, I'm waiting for
Waiting for, waiting for the love