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