Из альбома: Classic Sixties (Three)
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