Ride

RIDE

Eddie Lynn Snodderly / Drivin Round Music, BMI.,
2017 C P

Sparks fly the fire that burns inside of us
Blazing through our crazy hearts that bend with luck

All the voices all a mumble back in town
Approaching now the riders hold their trumpets proud

Chorus:
Oh, won’t you come a riding
The day is here and so inviting
You can ride my cloud
Oh, won’t you come a riding
Take my hand and let’s ride now

In the dark and feeling for your hand to hold to
In the telling of our story is the getting through

All the creatures in the woods all standing near
Approaching now the riders blow their trumpets clear

Bridge:
Back to the garden we have come to
Where the gypsy wagons all start to roll
Coming up on horseback are the riders
Who ride where the Silver meets the Gold