What will he see when he looks at me
for the very first time in his life?
Will he see just another country bumpkin girl,
or the woman he will want for his wife?
Can my smile say wordlessly,
things that I couldn't ever write?
Will it go all wrong for me,
or will I be all right?
What will I say to the man of my life
when the man of my life holds my hand?
Will I just babble, unable to stop?
What if I stupidly stand there?
For I have been saving this part of my life
till the heart of my life would arrive.
And seeing him there
may be too much too bear
for the happiest girl alive.
Letter by letter, my heart has learned
he's gentle and loving and kind.
And letter by letter, my heart has yearned
till I'm nearly out of my mind to meet him.
How will I seem to the man of my dream,
when the man of my dream says, Hello?
Will I seem foolish or will I seem wise?
What if he just doesn't know yet
that I have been saving this part of my life
till the heart of my life would arrive?
Can I make it clear
that because he is near
I'm the happiest girl alive