Bus Stop

Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say
\r\nPlease share my umbrella
\r\nBus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows
\r\nUnder my umbrella
\r\n
\r\nAll that summer we enjoyed it
\r\nWind and rain and shine
\r\nThat umbrella, we employed it
\r\nBy August, she was mine
\r\n
\r\nEvery morning I would see her waiting at the stop
\r\nSometimes she'd shopped and she would show me what she bought
\r\nOther people stared as if we were both quite insane
\r\nSomeday my name and hers are going to be the same
\r\n
\r\nThat's the way the whole thing started
\r\nSilly but it's true
\r\nThinkin' of a sweet romance
\r\nBeginning in a queue
\r\n
\r\nCame the sun the ice was melting
\r\nNo more sheltering now
\r\nNice to think that that umbrella
\r\nLed me to a vow
\r\n
\r\nEvery morning I would see her waiting at the stop
\r\nSometimes she'd shopped and she would show me what she bought
\r\nOther people stared as if we were both quite insane
\r\nSomeday my name and hers are going to be the same
\r\n
\r\nBus stop, wet day, she's there, I say
\r\nPlease share my umbrella
\r\nBus stop, bus goes, she stays, love
\r\ngrows
\r\nUnder my umbrella
\r\n
\r\nAll that summer we enjoyed it
\r\nWind and rain and shine
\r\nThat umbrella, we employed it
\r\nBy August, she was mine