Girl On The Bus - Cliff Richard, The Shadows

Sometimes when I look from my window I’ll see

A beautiful stranger who beckons to me

I know where she comes from

But where does she go

One day I’ll go with her and then I shall know

Each day when she passes at ten twenty-three

Her eyes find my window

She’s smiling at me

I run to the stairs

But too late she is gone

She’ll back tomorrow at a quarter past one

On Sundays I miss her

She doesn’t come back

I don’t know the reason

Guess I’ll never know why

She may go away for the weekend

But then she’ll come back on Monday at twenty past ten

The week passes quickly and often I’ll see

That beautiful stranger who beckons to me

She stands on an island surrounded by sea

And the smile on her lip says fly B.O.A.C.