When the mellow
moon begins to beam,
Every night I dream a little dream,
And, course, Prince Charming is the
theme I hear for me.
Although I realize as well as you,
it is seldom that a dream comes true,
to me it's clear that
he'll appear.
Someday he'll come along,
the man I love,
and he'll be big and strong,
the man I love.
An d when he comes my way,
I'll do my best to make
him stay.
He'll look at me and smile,
I'll understand.
An d in a little, little while,
he'll take my hand.
And although it seems absurd,
I know we both won't
say a word.
May be 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.
You'll build a little home,
just meant for two,
from which I'll never roam.
Who do you?
And so all else above,
I'm waiting for the man
I love.
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, little while,
you'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 now.
Still I'm sure to meet
him one day,
maybe Tuesday will be
my good news day.
You build a little home
just meant for two
From which I'll never own,
would you?
And so I'll survive
I'm waiting for the man I love.