She was a white skinned black beauty,
the daughter of an Indian
Her Grandparents raised her in northern Illinois
I call her mother
He was the son of a hellfire holiness
preacher woman
They say nobody was wilder,
but maybe his brother
I call him father
She was young, calling love
He was young, stealing love
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