A breeze drifts in and like a prayer,
it carries me and leaves me there.
The spirits speak de los milagros,
the shores of Espiritu Santo Bay.
Espiritu,
the stillness of the infinite, beautiful new world,
I hear the whispers of the souls who've come to rest upon your shores.
Beneath the waters;
the rosaries and sunken ships, the oceans gifts,
the moonlight calls them in to build an alter
to the saints of Espiritu.
Oh, wondrous world I long to be
lost in the song Sirena sings.
The endless sea washes my feet
upon the shores of Espiritu.
The spirit speaks de los milagros
the shores of Espiritu Santo Bay.
