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
He′ll build a little home
From which I'd never roam
I′m dreaming of the man I love
Maybe I shall meet him Sunday
Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day
He′ll build a little home
From which I'd never roam
I'm dreaming of the man I love