Bus Stop piano leadsheet with chords

Bus stop, wet day, she's there I say,

"Please share my umbrella."

Bus comes, 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.

Ev'ry 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 begining in that queue.

Came the sun, the ice was melting,

no more shelt'ring now.

Nice to think that that umbrella led me to a vow.

Ev'ry 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 begining in that queue.

Came the sun, the ice was melting,

no more shelt'ring now.

Nice to think that that umbrella led me to a vow.