| [ Bus Stop ] |
| * |
| Bus stop, wet 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 mine * |
| Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop |
| Sometimes she'd shopped and she would show me what she bought |
| All the people stared 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 |
| Thinkin' of a sweet romance |
| Beginning in a queue |
| Came 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 shopped and she would show me what she bought |
| Other people stared as if we were both quite insane |
| Someday my name and hers are going to be the same |
| * |