G. & I. Gerschwin      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 I'll never roam, who would, would you?   And so all else above, I'm waiting for the man I love.      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.