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(Am/7) C G Am F7M Em - Am
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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,
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 every word come 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 a sweet romance
Beginning in a queue
Came the sun the ice was melting,
No more sheltering now
Nice to think that that umbrella
Led me to a vow