Ella Fitzgerald — The Man I Love lyrics

Lyrics

Someday hell come along, the man I love
And hell be big and strong, the man I love
And when he comes my way
Ill do my best to make him stay
Hell look at me and smile,
Ill understand
And in a little while hell take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both wont say a word
Maybe I shall meet him sunday
Maybe monday, maybe not
Still Im sure to meet him one day
Maybe tuesday will be my good news day
Hell build a little home, just meant for two
From which well never roam; who would, would you?
And so all else above Im waiting for the man I love
«the man I love"had the odd distinction of becoming a recognized standard
despite its having been (1)
Thrown out of the musical for which it had been written
(«lady, be good!"in 1924); (2) sung in a show that flopped on the road (the
1927 «strike up the
Band»); (3) added to and then cut from a third musical
(«rosalie»); (4) rejected when «strike up the band"was successfully revised in 1929. the reason for
The last situation was ironic: the song had become too well
Known!