Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say, please share
my umbrella.
Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows, under my
umbrella.
#2.
All last summer we enjoyed it, wind and rain and shine.
That umbrella, we employed it, by August, she was mine.
Every mornin' 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
one day my name and hers are going to be the same.
#3.
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 mornin' 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
one day my name and hers are going to be the same.
Came the sun the ice was melting, no more sheltering now.
Nice to think that that umbrella led me to a vow.