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
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
Come on children gather round
I’ll tell you a story when the sun goes down
Sun goes down