The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald-Gordon Lightfoot
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TXT The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald-Gordon Lightfoot 文本歌词
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald (Live) - Gordon Lightfoot
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 to know ya
The captain wired in he had water coming 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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（2012-04-17）