Gordon Lightfoot - Wreck of the edmund fitzgerald

The^E legend lives on from the ^GChippewa on down to ^Dthe big lake they call ^EGitche Gumee The ^Elake, it is said, never ^Ggives up her dead When ^Dthe skies of November turn ^Egloomy

With ^Ea load of iron ore -2^G6,ooo tons more than ^Dthe Edmund Fitzgerald w^Eeighed empty That^E good ship and true was a ^Gbone to be chewed When^D the gales of November ^Ecame early

The ^Eship was the pride of the ^GAmerican side comin^Dg back from some mill in ^EWisconson As ^Ethe big freighters go it was ^Gbigger than most. With^D a crew and the captain ^Ewell seasoned.

Conc^Eluding some terms with a c^Gouple of steel firms When ^Dthey left fully loaded for C^Eleveland, and^E later that night when the s^Ghips bell rang, could^D it be the North wind they'd been ^Efeeling.

The ^Ewind in the wires made a ^Gtattletale sound and ^Da wave broke over the ^Erailing. Every^E man knew, as the ^Gcaptain did, too, T'was^D the witch of November came ^Estealing.

The ^Edawn came late and the ^Gbreakfast had to wait when^D the gales of November came ^Eslashing. When^E afternoon came it was ^Gfreezing rain in ^Dthe face if a hurricane ^Ewest wind.

When ^Esupper time came the old ^Gcook came on deck, Saying^D fellas it's to rough to ^Efeed ya. At^E 7PM a main hatchway ^Gcaved in. He ^Dsaid fellas it's been good to ^Eknow ya.

The^E captain wired in, ^Ghe had water coming in, and ^Dthe good ship and crew were in ^Eperil. Later^E that night when his ^Glights went out of sight came^D the wreck of the Edmund ^EFitzgerald.

Does ^Eanyone know where the ^Glove of God goes, When^D the words turn minutes to ^Ehours. The ^Esearchers all say they'd have ^Gmade Whitefish Bay If ^Dthey'd fifteen more miles b^Eehind her.

They ^Emight have split up and ^Gthey might have capsized. They ^Dmay have broke deep and ^Etook water. All ^Ethat remains is the ^Gfaces and the names of ^Dthe wives and the sons and the ^Edaughters.

Lake^E Huron rolls, ^GSuperior sings in ^Dthe ruins of her ice water ^Emansion. Old^E michigan steams like a ^Gyoung man's dreams, the ^Dislands and bays are for ^Esportsmen.

And ^Efarther below ^GLake Ontario takes^D in what Lake Erie can s^Eend her and ^Ethe iron boats go as the ^Gmariners all know with^D the gales of November ^Eremembered.

In ^Ea musty old hall in ^GDetroit they prayed in^D the Maritime Sailors ^ECathedral The^E church bell chimed, '^Gtil it rang 29 times for ^Deach man on the Edmund ^EFitzgerald.

The ^Elegend lives on from the ^GChippewa on down to ^Dthe big lake they call Gitche ^EGumee. Superio^Er, they said, never g^Gives up her dead when ^Dthe gales of november come ^Eearly.