Bus Stop

Bus stop, wet day
She's there, I say
Please share my umbrella.

Bus stops, 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
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 our 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 shop
And she would show me what she'd bought.

Other people stared
As if we were both quite insane
Someday 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.