Nuestra Señora de Atocha

Chorus: Oh, Nuestra Señora de Atocha, In the deep blue you now lie, With treasures lost to time and tide, Beneath the endless sky. Verse 1: From Cartagena’s golden shore, To Havana’s bustling bay, She sailed with dreams of riches, For the Spanish crown to pay. Loaded down with silver bright, And emeralds from afar, The Atocha, proud and mighty, Trailed behind the fleet like a star. Chorus: Oh, Nuestra Señora de Atocha, In the deep blue you now lie, With treasures lost to time and tide, Beneath the endless sky. Verse 2: A hurricane, a fateful storm, In the Straits of Florida it came, Winds howled and waves did crash, Sealing Atocha’s name. Her crew of many met the sea, Save but a faithful few, Clinging to the mizzenmast, As the tempest fiercely blew. Chorus: Oh, Nuestra Señora de Atocha, In the deep blue you now lie, With treasures lost to time and tide, Beneath the endless sky. Bridge: For years they sought your sunken gold, With brass bells and glass eyes, Slaves were sent to ocean’s depths, In a quest for Spanish prize. But hurricanes and shifting sands, Kept secrets well concealed, For sixty years they searched in vain, Your treasures unrevealed. Chorus: Oh, Nuestra Señora de Atocha, In the deep blue you now lie, With treasures lost to time and tide, Beneath the endless sky. Verse 3: Then in nineteen eighty-five, A hunter found your grave, With silver, gold, and emeralds, From the depths the lost they gave. A legacy of sunken dreams, Of fortunes cast away, Nuestra Señora de Atocha, In the ocean's arms you stay. Chorus: Oh, Nuestra Señora de Atocha, In the deep blue you now lie, With treasures lost to time and tide, Beneath the endless sky. Outro: Now you rest in peace below, A story lost and found, Of riches and of heartache, In the ocean’s whispered sound. Oh, Nuestra Señora de Atocha, Your legend will not fade, In history's deep waters, Your memory is laid. Outro: Now you rest in peace below, A story lost and found, Of riches and of heartache, In the ocean’s whispered sound. Oh, Nuestra Señora de Atocha, Your legend will not fade, In history's deep waters, Your memory is laid.