Bus stop,
where day she's there I say,
please share my umbrella.
Bus stop,
bus goes,
she stays,
love grows under my umbrella.
All that summer we enjoyed it,
wind and rain and shine.
That umbrella we employed it,
by August she was nine.
Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop.
Sometimes she'd shop and she would show me what she'd bought.
All the people's there as if we were both quite insane.
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same.
That's the way the whole thing started,
silly but it's true.
I'm thinking of a sweet romance beginning in a queue.
In the sun the ice was melting,
no more sheltering now.
Nice to think that that umbrella led me to a vow.
Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop.
Sometimes she'd shop and she would show
me what she bought.
All the people's there as if we were both quite insane.
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same.
Bus stop,
where day she's there I say,
please share my umbrella.
Bus stop,
bus goes,
she stays,
love grows under my umbrella.
All that summer we enjoyed it,
wind and rain and shine.
That umbrella we employed it,
by August she was nine.