Bus Stop

wet day

she's there

I say:

Please share my umbrella.

Bus comes

bus goes

she stays

love grows

Under my umbrella.

AII that summer we enjoyed it

Wind and rain and shine.

That umbrella we employed it

By August she was mine.

E'very 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.

Some day 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

Beginning in that queue.

Came the sun

the lice was melting

No more shelt'ring now.

Nice to think that that umbrella

Led me to a vow.

Bus Stop

wet day

she's there

I say:

Please share my umbrella.

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