Bus Stop
wet day
she's there
I say:
Please share my umbrella
Bus comes
bus goes
she stays
love grows
Under my umbrella
AII that summer we enjoyed it

Wind and rain and shine
That umbrella we employed it

By August she was mine

E'very morning I would see her

Waiting at the stop
Sometimes she'd shop
And she would show me what she'd bought

Other people stared
As if we were both quite insane
Some day my name
And hers are going to be the same

That's the way the whole thing started
Silly
but it's true

Thinking of a sweet romance

Beginning in that queue

Came the sun
the lice was melting

No more shelt'ring now
Nice to think that that umbrella
Led me to a vow

Bus Stop
wet day
she's there
I say:
Please share my umbrella