Sun Goes Down

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