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letra de the 50th anniversary of the edmund fitzgerald - decopunk 1927

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the legend lives on from the chippewa on down
of the big lake they call 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 26,000 tons more
than the edmund fitzgerald weighed empty

that good shipping 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 good captain well seasoned

concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for cleveland

but 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 the waves broke over the railing
and every man knew, as the captain did too
’twas the witch of november come stealing

the dawn came late, and the breakfast had to wait
as the gales of november were slashing

when afternoon came, it was freezing rain
in the face of the hurricane west wind

when suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin
“fellas, it’s too rough to feed ya!”

at 7 pm it grew dark, it was then he said
“fellas, it’s been good to know ya!”

the captain wired in he had water coming in
and the good shipping crew was in peril

and later that night when his 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’ve made whitefish bay
if they’d 15 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 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

lake michigan steams like a young man’s 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 rustic old hall in detroit, they prayed
in the maritime sailors’ cathedral

the church bells chimed, it rang 29 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

those 29 lives lost in ’75
gordon lightfoot recorded the story

for the rhymes lightfoot sang, 30 times the bell rang
when he joined them in posthumous glory!

- decopunk 1927

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