They say she had her mama's face
her mama vanished without a trace
I saw her walking down the street
her hair was so silver there were bells on her feet
chorus
Come on children gather round
I'll tell you a story when the sun goes down
sun goes down
They say she bore her father's child
she was raised by wolves voodoo wild
I found her lying in the street
a chalk mark on the ground and a clean white sheet
chorus
Come on children gather round
I'll tell you a story when the sun goes down
sun goes down