The Wreck of the ”Edmund Fitzgerald”    (intro)    (midi)

 

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1. The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down

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    of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee.

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    The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead,

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    when the skies of November turn gloomy.

 

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2. With a load of iron ore, twenty-six thousand tons more,

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    than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.

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    That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed,

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    when the gales of November came early.

 

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3. The ship was the pride of the American side,

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    coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.

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    As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most,

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    with a crew and good captain well seasoned.

 

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4. Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms,

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    when they left fully loaded for Cleveland.

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    And later that night when the ship's bell rang,

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    could it be the north wind they'd been feeling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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5. The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound,

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    and a wave broke over the railing.

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    And every man knew, as the captain did too,

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    ‘twas the witch of November come stealing.

 

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6. The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait,

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    when the Gales of November came slashing.

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    When afternoon came it was freezing rain,

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    in the face of a hurricane west wind.

 

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7. When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck, saying,

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    “Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya.”

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    At seven p.m. a main hatchway caved in, he said,

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    “Fellas, it's been good to know ya.”

 

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8. The captain wired in he had water coming in,

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    and the good ship and crew was in peril.

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    And later that night, when his lights went, out of sight,

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    came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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9. Does any one know where the love of God goes,

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    when the waves turn the minutes to hours.

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    The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay,

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    if they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.

 

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10. They might have split up, or they might have capsized,

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    they may have broke deep and took water.

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    And all that remains is the faces and the names

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    of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

 

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11. Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings

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    in the rooms of her ice water mansion.

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    Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,

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    the islands and bays are for sportsmen.

 

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12. And farther below Lake Ontario

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    takes in what Lake Erie can send her.

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    And the iron boats go as the mariners all know,

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    with the Gales of November remembered.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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13. In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,

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    in the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral.

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    The church bell chimed, till it rang twenty-nine times,

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    for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.

 

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14. The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down

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    of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee.

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    Superior, they said, never gives up her dead,

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    when the gales of November come early.

 

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(orig. = capo 2nd)    (Gordon Lightfoot)