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The legend lives on, from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called Gitchee 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 crew was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early The ship was the pride of the American side Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most With a crew and a captain well seasoned Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms When it left fully loaded for Cleveland And later that night when the ship's bell rang Could it be the north wind they'd been feeling? The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound As a wave broke over the railing And every man knew as the captain did too Was the Witch of November come stealing The dawn came late; the breakfast had to wait When the gales of November came slashing When afternoon came it was freezing rain In the face of a hurricane west wind When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck Saying, "Fellas, it's too rough to feed you." At seven pm, a main hatchway caved in Said, "Fellas, it's been good to know you." The captain wired in he had water coming in The good ship and crew was in peril And later that night when its 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 have made Whitefish Bay If they'd put fifteen more miles behind them They might have split up, or they might have capsized They may have broke deep and took water All that remains is the faces and the names Of the wives, the sons, the daughters Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings In the rooms of her ice water mansions Old Michigan steams like a young person's dreams The islands and bays are for sportsmen And farther below Lake Ontario Takes in what Lake Erie can send her The iron boats go as the mariners all know With the gales of November remembered In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed At the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral The church bell chimed till 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 called Gitchee Gumee Lake Superior, it is said, never gives up her dead When the gales of November come early
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