Bus Stop
Wet day
She's there
I say:
Please share my umbrella.
Bus comes
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 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 sheltering 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."

Writer : GOULDMAN, GRAHAM
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing