Blessed Sunday Lyrics - Singles - Roger Campo

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