She was the white skinned black beauty,
The daughter of an Indian
Her grandparents raised her
In northern Illinois
I call her mother.

Chorus:
(She was calling love)
She was young, yeah
(She was calling love)
Calling love, ohh!!

He was the son of
A hellfire holiness preacher woman
They say nobody was wilder,
But maybe his brother
I call him father.

Chorus:
(He was calling love)
He was young, yeah!!
(He was calling love)
Stealing love

Solo

Chorus:
She was young
Calling love, Yeah!
(She was calling love)
He was young, oh
(She was calling love)
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