The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconson
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.
The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T'was the witch of November come stealing.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind
When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.
The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the words turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early.
by Gordon Lightfoot
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August, 1976
"The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald."
Look up the song "Dream A Little Dream Of Me" by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong.
Westlife but originally Scott Fitzgerald and Ivonne Keely
song lyrics? you havnt exactly said what song lyrics to what?
Gordon Lightfoot recorded the song The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The Edmund Fitzgerald sunk on November 10, 1975 and was immortalised in a song by Gordon Lightfoot, 'The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald'.
August, 1976
"The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald."
it was a stormy night when the edmund fitzgerald sank and no one knows exactly what happened.
0 people survived on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The hyperbole in the lyrics of "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" is likely the line "Superior, they said, never gives up her dead." This line exaggerates the power and mystery of Lake Superior by suggesting that it does not release the bodies of those who perish in its waters.
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald was created in 1975-12.
the wreak of the Edmund Fitzgerald was heading to Cleveland.
Gordon Lightfoot
The Edmund Fitzgerald was carrying a full load of taconite iron ore pellets.
Lake Superior, in Gordon Lightfoot's song about the Edmund Fitzgerald.