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The Hollies

BUS STOP





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

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

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 morning 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

Someday my name and hers 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