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