Roger Campo - Blessed Sunday lyrics

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 pa**ion 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