Down in the mill where the flour was ground
Two brothers worked and never frowned
One cloudy morning they took their leave
Disappeared into the legend's weave
Whispers in town talking day and night
Where did they go in the dead of light?
The mill still turns but not quite right
The air is thick with the mystery's bite
Where did the Martinez brothers go?
Through the town the question flows
Vanished like smoke into the breeze
Left behind are only memories
Some say they sailed to a distant shore
Others think they found something more
Into the forest deep and unknown
The truth remains to be shown
Their tools lay down as if in haste
Their chairs untouched as if embraced
A legend born in workday's grind
The brothers' path we never find
Where did the Martinez brothers go?
Through the town the question flows
Vanished like smoke into the breeze
Left behind are only memories