| I’ve imagined every bit of him |
| From the strong moral fiber to the wisdom in his head |
| To the homey aroma of his pipe |
| You have wished yourself a Scarsdale Galahad |
| The breakfast-eating, Brooks-brothers type |
| And I shall meet him when the time is right |
| I’ll know when my love comes along |
| I won’t take a chance |
| I’ll know he’ll be just what I need |
| Not some fly-by-night Broadway romance |
| And you’ll know at a glance |
| By the two-pair of pants |
| I’ll know by the calm steady voice |
| Those feet on the ground |
| I’ll know as I run to his arms |
| That at last I’ve come home safe and sound |
| Until then, I shall wait |
| Until then, I’ll be strong |
| Oh, I’ll know, when my love comes along |
| Mine will come as a surprise to me |
| Mine I leave to chance and chemistry |
| Chemistry? |
| Yeah, chemistry |
| Suddenly I’ll know when my love comes along |
| I’ll know then and there |
| I’ll know at the sight of her face |
| How I care, how I care, how I care |
| And I’ll stop, and I’ll stare |
| And I’ll know long before we can speak |
| I’ll know in my heart |
| I’ll know and I won’t ever ask |
| Am I right, am I wise, am I smart? |
| But I’ll stop, and I’ll stare |
| At that face in the throng |
| Yes, I’ll know when my love comes along |
| I’ll know when my love comes along |