Gordon Lightfoot - The wreck of the edmund fitzgerald

^Gsus2The legend lives on from the ^DmChippewa on down Of the ^Fbig lake they ^Ccalled Gitchee ^Gsus2Gumee ^Gsus2The lake it is said never gi^Dmves up her dead When the ^Fskies of ^CNovember turn ^Gsus2gloomy ^Gsus2With a load of iron ore twenty-six ^Dmthousand tons more Than the ^FEdmund Fitz^Cgerald weighed ^Gsus2empty ^Gsus2That good ship and crew was a ^Dmbone to be chewed When the ^Fgales of ^CNovember came ^Gsus2early ^Gsus2The ship was the pride of the ^DmAmerican side Coming ^Fback from some ^Cmill in Wis^Gsus2consin ^Gsus2As the big freighters go it was b^Dmigger than most With a ^Fcrew and good ^Ccaptain well sea^Gsus2soned ^Gsus2Concluding some terms with a ^Dmcouple of steel firms When they ^Fleft fully ^Cloaded for ^Gsus2Cleveland ^Gsus2And later that night when the ^Dmship's bell rang Could it ^Fbe the north ^Cwind they'd been ^Gsus2feelin' ^Gsus2The wind in the wires made a ^Dmtattletale sound And a ^Fwave broke ^Cover the ^Gsus2railing ^Gsus2And every man knew as the c^Dmaptain did too Twas the ^Fwitch of ^CNovember come ^Gsus2stealin' ^Gsus2The dawn came late and the ^Dmbreakfast had to wait When the ^Fgales of ^CNovember came ^Gsus2slashin' ^Gsus2When afternoon came it was ^Dmfreezin' rain In the ^Fface of a ^Churricane west ^Gsus2wind ^Gsus2When suppertime came the old c^Dmook came on deck Sayin' ^FFellas it's too r^Cough to f^Gsus2eed ya ^Gsus2At Seven P M a main h^Dmatchway caved in he said ^FFellas it's b^Ceen good t'k^Gsus2now ya ^Gsus2The captain wired in he had ^Dmwater comin' in and the ^Fgood ship and ^Ccrew was in ^Gsus2peril ^Gsus2And later that night when his ^Dmlights went outta sight Came the ^Fwreck of the ^CEdmund Fitz^Gsus2gerald ^Gsus2Does any one know where the ^Dmlove of God goes When the ^Fwaves turn the ^Cminutes to ^Gsus2hours ^Gsus2The searches all say they'd have ^Dmmade Whitefish Bay If they'd ^Fput fifteen ^Cmore miles be^Gsus2hind her ^Gsus2They might have split up or they ^Dmmight have capsized They ^Fmay have broke ^Cdeep and took ^Gsus2water ^Gsus2And all that remains is the ^Dmfaces and the names Of the ^Fwives and the ^Csons and the ^Gsus2daughters ^Gsus2Lake Huron rolls Sup^Dmerior sings In the ^Frooms of her ^Cice-water ^Gsus2mansion ^Gsus2Old Michigan steams like a ^Dmyoung man's dreams The ^Fislands and ^Cbays are for ^Gsus2sportsmen ^Gsus2And farther below Lake ^DmOntario Takes ^Fin what Lake ^CErie can ^Gsus2send her ^Gsus2And the iron boats go as the ^Dmmariners all know with the ^Fgales of ^CNovember re^Gsus2membered ^Gsus2In a musty old hall in ^DmDetroit they prayed In the ^FMaritime ^CSailors' ^Gsus2Cathedral ^Gsus2The church bell chimed till it rang ^Dmtwenty-nine times For each ^Fman on the ^CEdmund Fitz^Gsus2gerald ^Gsus2The legend lives on from the ^DmChippewa on down Of the ^Fbig lake they ^Ccall Gitchee ^Gsus2Gumee ^Gsus2Superior they said never gi^Dmves up her dead When the ^Fgales of ^CNovember come ^Gsus2early