From the recording Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
This is a classic that I have gotten requests for for years.
Lyrics
The legend live on from the Chippawa home town, on the lake they call Gitcheegoomee
The Lake it is said never gives up her dead, when the skys of November turn gloomy
2With a load of iron ore 26 thousand tons more than the Edmond Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and crew was bound to be chewed, when the gails of November came early
The ship was the pride of the American side, commin' back from some mill in Wisconsin
As big freighters go it was bigger than most, with a crew and a captain well seasoned
Concluding some tems with a couple of steel firms, when they left fully loaded from Cleveland
Then late that night when the ship bel rang, could it be the north wind they was feelin'
The winds and the wire made a tattle tale sound, when the waves broke over the railing
And every man knew as the captain did too, twas the witch of November come early
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait, as the gails of November came slashin'
When afternoon came it was freezing rain, and 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 pm the main hatchway gave in, he said fellas it's been good to know ya
The captain wired in they had water comin in, and the good ship and crew was in peril
Later that night when it's light went out of sight, came th wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald
Does anyone know where the love of God goes, when the waves turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitehead Bay, if they'd put fifteen more miles behind her
They might have split up or they might have capsized, they may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains are the faces and names, of the wives and the sons and the daughters
Make your own row Lake Superior says, in the rooms of her ice water mansion
Old Michigans steams lack a young mans dreams, the Islands and bays are for sportsman
Farther below Lake Ontario,, takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know, with the gails of November remembered
In a musty old hall in Detroit they all prayed in the maritime sailor's Cathedral
The church bell chimed and rang 29 times, for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
And the ledgend lives on form that Chippawa home town, on the big lake they call Gitchhgoommee
Lake Superior they said never gives up her dead, when the gales of November come early