Bus stop waiting she's there
I said 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's shop
And she would show me what she bought

All the people stare
As if we were both quite insane
Someday my name and her's are going to be the same

That's the way the shole thing started
Silly but it's true
A thinkin' of a sweet romance
Beginning and end with you

Came the Sunday, ice was melting
No more sheltering now
But it's nice to think that umbrella lead me to a vow