Gordon Lightfoot - Wreck of the edmond fitzgerald
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Asus2The legend lives on fromEm the chippewa on down
Of theG big lakDe they called Asus2"Gitche Gumee"
The lake, it is said, never Emgives up her dead
When the sGkies of NDovember turn glAsus2oomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six Emthousand tons more
Than the GEdmund FitzgDerald weighed Asus2empty.
That good ship and crew was a Embone to be chewed
When the &qGuot;GalesD of November&quAsus2ot; came early.
The ship was the pride of the EmAmerican side
ComingG back from sDome milAsus2l in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bEmigger than most
With aG crew and goDod captainAsus2 well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a cEmouple of steel firms
When they lGeft fully Dloaded for Asus2Cleveland
And later that night when the Emship's bell rang
Could itG be the norDth wind they'dAsus2 been feelin''
The wind in the wires made a Emtattle-tale sound
And a Gwave broDke over Asus2the railing
And every man knew, as the Emcaptain did too,
T'was the wGitch of DNovember come Asus2stealin'.
The dawn came late and the Embreakfast had to wait
When theG Gales Dof November Asus2came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was Emfreezin' rain
In theG face ofD a hurricane wAsus2est wind.
When suppertime came, the old Emcook came on deck
Sayin'. G"FellDas, it's too roAsus2ugh to feed ya."
At Seven P.M. a main Emhatchway caved in',
he said G"FellDas, it's been Asus2good t'know ya"
The captain wired in he had Emwater comin' in
and theG good ship aDnd crew wAsus2as in peril.
And later that night when 'is lEmights went outta sight
Came theG wreck of tDhe EdmundAsus2 Fitzgerald.
Does any one know where the lEmove of God goes
When theG waves turn Dthe minutAsus2es to hours'
The searches all say they'd have Emmade Whitefish Bay
If they'dG put fifteen mDore miles Asus2behind her.
They might have split up or they mEmight have capsized;
They Gmay have broDke deep and Asus2took water.
And all that remains is the Emfaces and the names
Of theG wives and tDhe sons andAsus2 the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, SEmuperior sings
In theG rooms of hDer ice-wAsus2ater mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a Emyoung man's dreams;
The iGslands and Dbays are for sAsus2portsmen.
And farther below EmLake Ontario
TakesG in what LaDke Erie can Asus2send her,
And the iron boats go as the Emmariners all know
with theG Gales Dof NovemAsus2ber remembered.
In a musty old hall in DEmetroit they prayed,
In the G"MDaritime Asus2Sailors' Cathedral."
The church bell chimed till it rEmang twenty-nine times
For each mGan on the DEdmund FitzgAsus2erald.
The legend lives on from the ChEmippewa on down
Of theG big lake thDey call &quAsus2ot;Gitche Gumee".
"Superior", they saidEm, "never gives up her dead
When the G'Gales Dof November' cAsus2ome early!