The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald - Gordon Lightfoot Cover

Just a MIDI background and I.

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 twenty-six thousand 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
Coming 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 later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the north wind theyd 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,
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, its too rough to feed ya.
At seven p.m. a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, its been good tknow ya
The captain wired in he had water comin in
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the edmund fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say theyd have made whitefish bay
If theyd put fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
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 mans 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 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 call gitche gumee.
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of november come early!

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[Laurieb2851]

Good job!

[deanb92]

@Laurieb2851 Thank You very much!

[evilangal1976]

Not Gorton Lightfoot, but it sounded as good. I must say it is good to listen to.

[deanb92]

@evilangal1976 Thank You very much!

[OriginalLadyRocker]

Really Good Job!! Thanks for posting!! :D It's been 35 yrs. today - Memorial tonight at Whitefish Point 7 pm.

[deanb92]

@OriginalLadyRocker Thanks so much!

[rebbeccanne]

This is a terrible tragity. All hands were lost. God save and protect the rest of the sailors who sail the waters in November...

[deanb92]

@pamijeanne You are welcome.

[pamijeanne]

I grew up in Gloucester,I miss it. Thanks so much for the video :)

[captaingibs]

i was born in thunderbay lake superior was always in veiw, my grandpa god rest his soul would tell me tales of happenings and people he once knew that it had taken