Roger Campo Blessed Sunday
Bobby went to town
Looking for a coat
Looking for some
Protection from the cold
Bobby found the truth
He held her in his arms
He wore her like a knight
Wears a code of arms
They rode & they rode
They rode on Friday
They rode on Saturday
All through a blessed Sunday
Until the week ran out of days
They rode a wild horse
To the edge of lover's beach
As they dove into the water
They washed away their misery
They rode the wave of passion
That was raging in their heart
As the waves kissed the beach
She cried God don't ever stop
They rode on Friday
They rode on Saturday
All through a blessed Sunday
Until the week ran out of days
They made love on the sand
The moon brought in the tide
The tide brought them the gifts
That brave lovers hope to find
They rode a wild horse
Through the feared & hallowed ground
To the silence of the moment
Where they say that love is found
But a man is like a boat
He will navigate the sea
His love is like an anchor
That he's scared to sink too deep
But a woman can see
To the bottom of the sea
Cause inside of every woman
There's an ocean
Swaying through her hips
Flowing through her finger tips
He could taste it on her lips
Every time that they would kiss
They rode on Friday
They rode on Saturday
All through a blessed Sunday
Until the week ran out of days
