Wreck Of The Carlos Rey

Wreck of the Carlos Rey

(David Hidalgo/Louie PÐ¹rez)

Fifty traveling to work the fields

Toil the factories and sweat the steel

Set out to sail from Santa Rosalie

I left you a note tacked to a tree

Adios querida

I'll return one day

Now I'm leaving on the Carlos Rey

Four cruel days under stormy skies

Not much bread to keep us alive

The wind kicked up and the rain came down

Then we all heard a terrible sound

Adios querida

Nothing more to say

I'm lost in the wreck of the Carlos Rey

I struggled against the pull of the tide

I clutched my bag with your picture inside

But my heart did break as it slipped away

Disappearing into the gray

Adios querida

I've gone to stay

Down in the wreck of the Carlos Rey

In the dark and cold I let you go

With the hunk of wood that I took hold

I sleep in a bed of salt and sand

And dream sweet dreams of taking your hand

Adios querida

I'm gone away

Down in the wreck of the Carlos Rey