The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
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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 thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighted empty
That good ship and crew were a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
The ship was the pride of the American side
Comin' back from some mill in Wisconsin
As big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concludin' some terms with a couple steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
Later that night, when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too
Was the witch of November come stealin'
The dawn came late, breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashin'
When afternoon came, it was all freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'
"Fellas, it's too rough to feed you"
At 7 p.m., a main hatchway caved in
He said, "Fellas, it's been good to know you"
The captain wired in, he had water comin' in
The good ship and crew were 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 waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say, they'd had made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her
They might've split up, or they might've capsized
They may have broke deep into water
And all that remains are the faces and names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams
The islands and bays of the sportsmen
And farther below, Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go, as the mariners all know
When the gales of November remembered
In a musty old hall in Detroit where they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, it rang twenty-nine 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"
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
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 thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighted empty
That good ship and crew were a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
The ship was the pride of the American side
Comin' back from some mill in Wisconsin
As big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concludin' some terms with a couple steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
Later that night, when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too
Was the witch of November come stealin'
The dawn came late, breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashin'
When afternoon came, it was all freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'
"Fellas, it's too rough to feed you"
At 7 p.m., a main hatchway caved in
He said, "Fellas, it's been good to know you"
The captain wired in, he had water comin' in
The good ship and crew were 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 waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say, they'd had made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her
They might've split up, or they might've capsized
They may have broke deep into water
And all that remains are the faces and names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams
The islands and bays of the sportsmen
And farther below, Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go, as the mariners all know
When the gales of November remembered
In a musty old hall in Detroit where they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, it rang twenty-nine 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"
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:19.34] The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
[00:22.32] Of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee"
[00:25.97] The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
[00:28.72] When the skies of November turn gloomy
[00:32.33] With a load of iron ore, 26 thousand tons more
[00:35.24] Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighted empty
[00:38.83] That good ship and crew were a bone to be chewed
[00:41.69] When the gales of November came early
[00:46.99] The ship was the pride of the American side
[00:49.79] Comin' back from some mill in Wisconsin
[00:53.46] As big freighters go, it was bigger than most
[00:56.36] With a crew and good captain well seasoned
[00:59.93] Concludin' some terms with a couple steel firms
[01:02.74] When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
[01:06.55] Later that night, when the ship's bell rang
[01:09.23] Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
[01:13.93]
[01:27.57] The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
[01:30.38] And a wave broke over the railing
[01:34.00] And every man knew, as the captain did too
[01:36.84] Was the witch of November come stealin'
[01:40.50] The dawn came late, breakfast had to wait
[01:43.37] When the gales of November came slashin'
[01:46.96] When afternoon came, it was all freezin' rain
[01:49.87] In the face of a hurricane west wind
[01:55.07] When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'
[01:58.23] "Fellas, it's too rough to feed you"
[02:01.50] At 7 p.m., a main hatchway caved in
[02:04.43] He said, "Fellas, it's been good to know you"
[02:08.00] The captain wired in, he had water comin' in
[02:11.22] The good ship and crew were in peril
[02:14.53] And, later that night, when his lights went out of sight
[02:17.34] Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
[02:22.22]
[02:38.84] Does anyone know where the love of God goes
[02:41.72] When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
[02:45.36] The searchers all say, they'd had made Whitefish Bay
[02:48.28] If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her
[02:51.86] They might've split up, or they might've capsized
[02:55.09] They may have broke deep into water
[02:58.37] And all that remains are the faces and names
[03:01.25] Of the wives and the sons and the daughters
[03:06.31]
[03:19.88] Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
[03:23.34] In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
[03:27.02] Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams
[03:30.62] The islands and bays of the sportsmen
[03:34.48] And farther below, Lake Ontario
[03:37.87] Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
[03:41.74] And the iron boats go, as the mariners all know
[03:45.36] When the gales of November remembered
[03:50.95] In a musty old hall in Detroit where they prayed
[03:54.44] In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
[03:58.30] The church bell chimed, it rang twenty-nine times
[04:01.76] For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
[04:07.12]
[04:22.21] The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
[04:25.67] Of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee"
[04:29.83] The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
[04:33.28] When the skies of November turn gloomy
[04:36.31]
[00:22.32] Of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee"
[00:25.97] The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
[00:28.72] When the skies of November turn gloomy
[00:32.33] With a load of iron ore, 26 thousand tons more
[00:35.24] Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighted empty
[00:38.83] That good ship and crew were a bone to be chewed
[00:41.69] When the gales of November came early
[00:46.99] The ship was the pride of the American side
[00:49.79] Comin' back from some mill in Wisconsin
[00:53.46] As big freighters go, it was bigger than most
[00:56.36] With a crew and good captain well seasoned
[00:59.93] Concludin' some terms with a couple steel firms
[01:02.74] When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
[01:06.55] Later that night, when the ship's bell rang
[01:09.23] Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
[01:13.93]
[01:27.57] The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
[01:30.38] And a wave broke over the railing
[01:34.00] And every man knew, as the captain did too
[01:36.84] Was the witch of November come stealin'
[01:40.50] The dawn came late, breakfast had to wait
[01:43.37] When the gales of November came slashin'
[01:46.96] When afternoon came, it was all freezin' rain
[01:49.87] In the face of a hurricane west wind
[01:55.07] When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'
[01:58.23] "Fellas, it's too rough to feed you"
[02:01.50] At 7 p.m., a main hatchway caved in
[02:04.43] He said, "Fellas, it's been good to know you"
[02:08.00] The captain wired in, he had water comin' in
[02:11.22] The good ship and crew were in peril
[02:14.53] And, later that night, when his lights went out of sight
[02:17.34] Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
[02:22.22]
[02:38.84] Does anyone know where the love of God goes
[02:41.72] When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
[02:45.36] The searchers all say, they'd had made Whitefish Bay
[02:48.28] If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her
[02:51.86] They might've split up, or they might've capsized
[02:55.09] They may have broke deep into water
[02:58.37] And all that remains are the faces and names
[03:01.25] Of the wives and the sons and the daughters
[03:06.31]
[03:19.88] Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
[03:23.34] In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
[03:27.02] Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams
[03:30.62] The islands and bays of the sportsmen
[03:34.48] And farther below, Lake Ontario
[03:37.87] Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
[03:41.74] And the iron boats go, as the mariners all know
[03:45.36] When the gales of November remembered
[03:50.95] In a musty old hall in Detroit where they prayed
[03:54.44] In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
[03:58.30] The church bell chimed, it rang twenty-nine times
[04:01.76] For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
[04:07.12]
[04:22.21] The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
[04:25.67] Of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee"
[04:29.83] The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
[04:33.28] When the skies of November turn gloomy
[04:36.31]