Someday she'll come along, the girl I love
Her smile will be a song, the girl I love
And when she comes my way
I'll do my best to make her stay
I'll look at her and smile
She'll understand
And in a little while I'll take her hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both won't say a word
Maybe I will meet her Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe not
But I'm sure I'll meet her one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day
I'll build a little home, just meant for two
From which we'll never roam; who would, would you?
And so all else above I'm waiting for the girl I love
Someday she'll come along, the girl I love
Her smile will be a song, the girl I love
When she comes my way
I'll do my best to make her stay
I'll build a little home, just meant for two
From which we'll never roam; who would, would you?
So all else above I'm waiting for the girl
The girl I love!
