About the song
The Hollies’ “Bus Stop” is a charming pop classic that encapsulates the innocent and romantic spirit of the 1960s. Written by Graham Gouldman, who later became a renowned songwriter for artists like The Yardbirds and 10cc, “Bus Stop” was released in 1966 as a single and subsequently featured on The Hollies’ album of the same name.
The song quickly became a major hit, reaching number 5 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in the United States and number 5 on the UK Singles Chart. Its success solidified The Hollies’ status as one of the leading bands of the British Invasion, known for their catchy melodies and harmonious vocal arrangements.
“Bus Stop” tells a whimsical story of a chance romantic encounter at a bus stop, capturing the excitement and anticipation of young love. The lyrics, combined with the band’s upbeat instrumentation and distinctive harmonies, resonated with audiences worldwide during the height of the 1960s pop music era.
Beyond its initial chart success, “Bus Stop” has endured as a classic pop song, regularly played on oldies radio stations and included in compilations of 1960s music. Its enduring popularity is a testament to The Hollies’ ability to craft memorable and relatable songs that transcend generations.
Overall, “Bus Stop” by The Hollies remains a beloved part of the band’s legacy, celebrated for its catchy melody, timeless lyrics, and nostalgic charm. It continues to evoke feelings of nostalgia and joy, making it a cherished favorite among listeners who appreciate the golden age of pop music.
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Lyrics
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
And that umbrella, we employed it
By August, she was mine
Every mornin’, I would see her waiting at the stop
Sometimes she’d shopped and she would show me what she bought
All the people stared as if we were both 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
Thinkin’ 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
Every mornin’, I would see her waiting at the stop
Sometimes she’d shopped and she would show me what she bought
All the people stared as if we were both quite insane
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same
On 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