Bus Stop The Hollies (#5 in 1966)

Bus stop, wet day, she’s there, I say, ‘Please share my umbrella’.
Bus stops, bus goes, she stays, love grows, under my umbrella.
    Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop.
    Sometimes she’d shop and she would show me what she bought.
    All the people stared as if we were both quite insane.
    Some day my name and hers are going to be the same.

All that summer, we enjoyed it for wind and rain and shine.
That umbrella, we employed it. By August she was mine.
That’s the way the whole thing started. Silly but it’s true,
Thinking of a sweet romance beginning in a queue.