From: steve@lopez.UUCP (Steve Lasich)
Newsgroups: alt.great-lakes
Subject: Lyrics: The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
Date: 2 Aug 91 22:17:34 GMT
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Some people expressed interest in this, but nobody else seems 
to have posted it yet.

Words, capitalization, punctuation and spelling as per 
_The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald_ by Frederick Stonehouse,
Avery Color Studios, Au Train, Michigan, copyright 1977, '82 
and '89.

The Stonehouse book shows pictures of a smashed up life-boat 
(500 CU. FEET, 50 PERSONS) and underwater shots of the 
Fitzgerald's final resting place.  It's a spooky book.  But 
then I see Lake Superior every day so I might be susceptible.  

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    THE WRECK OF THE EDMUND FITZGERALD

            By Gordon Lightfoot
Reprinted without permission of Moose Music Ltd.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they called 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 26,000 tons more
than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
that good ship and true was 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 the big freighters go it was bigger than most
with a crew and good captain well seasoned
concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for Cleveland
and late that night when the ship's bell rang
could it be the north wind they'd bin feelin'

The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
and a wave broke over the railing
and every man knew as the captain did too
twas the witch of November come stealin'
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
when the gales of November came slashin'
When afternoon came it was 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 ya"
At seven p.m. a main hatchway caved in
he said "fellas it's bin good to know ya"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
and the good ship and crew was in peril
and later that night when 'is 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 the'd have made Whitefish Bay 
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'em
They might have split up or they might have capsized
they may have broke deep and took water
and all that remains is the faces and the 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 are for sportsmen
and farther below Lake Ontario 
takes in what Lake Erie can send her
and the iron boats go as the mariners all know
with the gales of November remembered

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
in the maritime sailors' cathedral
the church bell chimed 'til it rang 29 times
for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee
Superior they said never gives up her dead
when the gales of November come early

--
Steve Lasich
steve@lopez.uucp
acsl@nmumus.bitnet
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