She was a white skinned black beauty
The daughter of an Indian
Her grandparents raised her in northern Illinois
I call her mother
She was calling love
(She was young, yeah)
She was calling love
(Calling love, oh)
He was the son of a hellfire
Holiness preacher woman
They say nobody was wilder
But maybe his brother
I call him father
He was calling love
(He was young, yeah)
He was calling love
(Still in love)
She was young
(Love, love, love)
Calling love, yeah
(Love, love, love)
She was calling love
(He was young, oh)
She was calling love
(Still in love, oh)
We all got together for the first time last September
I said: Somebody take a photograph, I've got a camera
Now I got me a favorite picture
Ela era uma beleza negra de pele branca
A filha de um índio
Seus avós lhe ergueram no norte de Illinois
Eu a chamo de mãe
Ela estava chamando o amor
(Ela era jovem, sim)
Ela estava chamando o amor
(Chamando o amor, oh)
Ele era o filho de um fogo do inferno
Pregadora da santidade
Eles dizem que ninguém era mais selvagem
Mas talvez seu irmão
Eu o chamo de pai
Ele estava chamando o amor
(Ele era jovem, sim)
Ele estava chamando o amor
(Ainda apaixonado)
Ela era jovem
(Amor Amor amor)
Chamando o amor, sim
(Amor Amor amor)
Ela estava chamando o amor
(Ele era jovem, oh)
Ela estava chamando o amor
(Ainda apaixonado, oh)
Todos nós nos reunimos pela primeira vez em setembro passado
Eu disse: Alguém tire uma fotografia, eu tenho uma câmera
Agora eu tenho pra mim uma foto favorita
