Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say
Please share my umbrella
Bus stop, bus goes, she stay, 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 at if we was both quite insane
Someday my name and her are going to be the same.
That's the way the whole thing started
Silly, but it true
Thinking 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.