Bus Stop
(G. Gouldman)

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 shop,
and she would show me what she'd
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 a vow.
THE HOLLIES
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