Lionel Hampton
Lionel Hampton
Lionel Hampton
Lionel Hampton
Lionel Hampton
Lionel Hampton
Lionel Hampton
Lionel Hampton
Lionel Hampton
Lionel Hampton
Lionel Hampton
When the mellow moon begins to beam
Every 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
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