Bus Stop (Saturday Club 28th June 1966) - The Hollies

Bus stop, wet day

She’s there, I say

Please share my umbrella

Bus stops, 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 shop

And she would show me what she’d bought

All the 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 our sweet romance

Beginning in a queue