Catching the night bus across the city,
past the river and the city lights blinking so prettily,
catching the night bus across the city,
and racing to you as fast as I can do,
upon the red bus, in the traffic in London,
with the bus stopping and starting so frequently,
as my heart it beats only for you,
and as I think of our love so true,
and the flowers that I hold,
well, they are not as pretty as you,
and oh, how I smile when I think of you,
how I smile as I catch the night bus across the city,
and I sit here lost in a daze,
and I do not mind the traffic,
as I sit looking out the window,
for the miles they so quickly pass,
and time in a daze it flies so fast,
and how quickly the bus journey comes to an end,
and how glad I am to get off,
and to see you,
with a massive smile upon your face,
and how I am glad to be running to you,
running into your arms again,
and to feel the warmth of you,
and to rain kisses down upon you,
and to feel yours too,
and how beautiful you look,
in your summer dress,
and with your hair in ringlets,
oh, what a glorious view,
and oh, how my emotions rise,
as I am wrapped in your arms,
and I feel the warmth of you,
and I feel the warmth of your love,
oh, beautiful you,
beautiful you,
how I,
how I love you,
how I love you.