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
thinking 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 avow
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 her's are going to be the same
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
