Edmund Fitzgerald
Gordon Lightfoot
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Dsus2 Am The legend lives on from the chippewa on downC G Dsus2 Of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee"Am The lake, it is said, never gives up her deadC G When the skies of November turnDsus2 gloomy With a load of iron ore twenty-sixAm thousand tons moreC G Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighedDsus2 empty.Am That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewedC G When the "Gales of November" cameDsus2 early. The ship was the pride of theAm American sideC G Dsus2 Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin As the big freighters go, it wasAm bigger than mostC G Dsus2 With a crew and good captain well seasonedAm Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firmsC G When they left fully loaded forDsus2 ClevelandAm And later that night when the ship's bell rangC G Could it be the north wind they'dDsus2 been feelin'? The wind in the wires made aAm tattle-tale soundC G Dsus2 And a wave broke over the railingAm And every man knew, as the captain did too,Continúa después del anuncioC G T'was the witch of November comeDsus2 stealin'.Am The dawn came late and the breakfast had to waitC G Dsus2 When the Gales of November came slashin'.Am When afternoon came it was freezin' rainC G In the face of a hurricane westDsus2 wind.Am When suppertime came, the old cook came on deckC G Sayin’. "Fellas, it's too roughDsus2 to feed ya."Am At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in',C G he said "Fellas, it's been goodDsus2 t'know ya"Am The captain wired in he had water comin' inC G Dsus2 and the good ship and crew was in peril.Am And later that night when 'is lights went outta sightC G Came the wreck of the EdmundDsus2 Fitzgerald.Am Does any one know where the love of God goesC G When the waves turn the minutes toDsus2 hours? The searches all say they'd haveAm made Whitefish BayC G If they'd put fifteen more milesDsus2 behind her. They might have split up or theyAm might have capsized;C G They may have broke deep and tookDsus2 water.Am And all that remains is the faces and the namesC G Of the wives and the sons and theDsus2 daughters.Am Lake Huron rolls, Superior singsC G Dsus2 In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.Am Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;C G The islands and bays are forDsus2 sportsmen.Am And farther below Lake OntarioC G Dsus2 Takes in what Lake Erie can send her, And the iron boats go as theAm mariners all knowC G with the Gales of NovemberDsus2 remembered.Am In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,C G In the "Maritime Sailors'Dsus2 Cathedral."Am The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine timesC G For each man on the EdmundDsus2 Fitzgerald. The legend lives on from theAm Chippewa on downC G Of the big lake they call "GitcheDsus2 Gumee".Am "Superior", they said, "never gives up her deadC G When the 'Gales of November' comeDsus2 early!"