When the mellow moon begins to beam,
Ev’ry night I dream a little dream,
And of course Prince Charming is the theme,
The he for me.
Although I realize as well as you,
It is seldom that a dream comes true.
For/To me it’s clear
That he’ll appear.
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.
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.