The Man I Love,
by George & Ira Gershwin

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
Then 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
That's meant for two
From which I'll never roam
Who would, would you
And so all else above
I'm dreaming of the man I love



The Man I Love,
(translated from Japanese)

His person appears once upon a time.

As for him being large, the strong person.
When such a person appears,
Way he does not go everywhere,
Me, which endeavors with utmost effort.
He begins to smile to me,
I become aware to that.

However he grasps my hand,
Just a little change, perhaps,
Two people do not talk at all.
As for encountering him, whether Sunday,
Whether Monday, So, whether is not.
So, where certainly that day comes.
Don't you think? perhaps, that Tuesday.
Furthermore just two are small,
He builds the house, I being directly in the house,
Appear to everywhere and do not walk.
That person just who? Perhaps doing, you?
It waits for the fact that as for me
Such a his person appears in any case.


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