BUS STOP
THE HOLLIES


BUS STOP, WET DAY, SHE’S THERE ICING

WISHING MY UMBRELLA

BUS STOP, BUS GOES, WE STAY LOVE GROWS

UNDER MY UMBRELLA

ALLTHAT SUMMER WE ENJOYED IT

WIND, AND RAIN, AND SHINE

THAT UMBRELLA WE EMPLOYED IT

BY AUGUST SHE WAS MINE

EVERY MORNING T WOULD SEE HER WAYTING AT THE STOP

SOMETIMES SHE’D SHOP AND SHE WOULD SHOW ME

WHAT SHE BOUGHT

OTHER PEOPLE STAIED AS IF WE WHERE

BOTH QUITE INSANE

SOME DAY MY NAME AND HER’S ARE GOING TO BE THE SAME...

THAT’S THE WAY THE WHOLE THING STARTED

SILLY BUT IT’S TRUE

THINKING OF A SWEET ROMANCE

BEGINING IN A HUNE

CAME THE SUN THE ICE WAS MELTING

NO MORE SHELTERING NOW

NICE TO THINK THAT, THAT UMBRELLA

LEAD ME TO A BLOND