Gordon Lightfoot - Wreck of the edmund fitzgerald

The ^Alegend lives on from the ^EmChippewa on down Of the ^Gbig lake they ^Dcalled gitche ^Agumee The ^Alake, it is said, never ^Emgives up her dead When the ^Gskies of ^DNovember turn ^Agloomy With a ^Aload of iron ore twenty-six ^Emthousand tons more Than the ^GEdmund Fitz^Dgerald weighed ^Aempty. That ^Agood ship and true was a ^Embone to be chewed When the ^Ggales of No^Dvember came ^Aearly.

The ^Aship was the pride of the A^Emmerican side Coming ^Gback from some ^Dmill in Wis^Aconsin As the ^Abig freighters go, it was ^Embigger than most With a ^Gcrew and good ^Dcaptain well ^Aseasoned Con^Acluding some terms with a ^Emcouple of steel firms When they ^Gleft fully ^Dloaded for ^ACleveland And ^Alater that night when the ^Emships bell rang Could it ^Gbe the ^Dnorth wind they d been ^Afeelin?

The ^Awind in the wires made a ^Emtattle-tale sound And a ^Gwave broke ^Dover the ^Arailing And ^Aevery man knew, as the ^Emcaptain did too, Twas the ^Gwitch of No^Dvember come ^Astealin. The ^Adawn came late and the ^Embreakfast had to wait When the ^Ggales of No^Dvember came ^Aslashing. When ^Aafternoon came it was ^Emfreezing rain In the ^Gface of a ^Dhurricane ^Awest wind.

When ^Asuppertime came, the old ^Emcook came on deck saying ^GFellas, its ^Dtoo rough to ^Afeed ya. At ^Aseven p.m. a main ^Emhatchway caved in, he said ^GFellas, its ^Dbeen good to ^Aknow ya The ^Acaptain wired in he had ^Emwater coming in And the ^Ggood ship and ^Dcrew was in ^Aperil. And ^Alater that night when his ^Emlights went outta sight Came the ^Gwreck of the ^DEdmund Fitz^Agerald.

Does ^Aany one know where the ^Emlove of God goes When the ^Gwaves turn the ^Dminutes to ^Ahours? The ^Asearches all say they d have ^Emmade Whitefish Bay If they d ^Gput fifteen more ^Dmiles be^Ahind her. They ^Amight have split up or they ^Emmight have capsized; ^GMay have broke ^Ddeep and took ^Awater. And ^Aall that remains is the ^Emfaces and the names Of the ^Gwives and the ^Dsons and the ^Adaughters.

^ALake Huron rolls, Supe^Emrior sings In the ^Grooms of her ^Dice-water ^Amansion. Old ^AMichigan steams like a ^Emyoung mans dreams; The ^Gislands and ^Dbays are for ^Asportsmen. And ^Afarther below lake On^Emtario Takes ^Gin what Lake ^DErie can ^Asend her, And the ^Airon boats go as the ^Emmariners all know With the ^Ggales of No^Dvember re^Amembered.

In a ^Amusty old hall in De^Emtroit they prayed, In the ^Gmaritime ^Dsailors ca^Athedral. The ^Achurch bell chimed till it ^Emrang twenty-nine times For each ^Gman on the ^DEdmund Fitz^Agerald. The ^Alegend lives on from the ^EmChippewa on down Of the ^Gbig lake they ^Dcall gitche ^Agumee. ^ASuperior, they said, never ^Emgives up her dead When the ^Ggales of No^Dvember come ^Aearly!