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

Thinking of a sweet romance

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