That's the way the whole thing started. Silly, but it's true
Thinkin' of a sweet romance beginnin' in a queue

Came the sun the ice was meltin' no more shelterin' now
Nice to think that that umbrella led me to a vow

(INSTRUMENTAL Break)

Every morning I would see her waitin' 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

Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say, "Please share my umbrella"
Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows under my umbrella

All that summer we enjoyed it, THE wind and rain and shine
That umbrella we employed it. By August, she was mine.