The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald (1988 Version)

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 big ship and 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

And 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

And a wave broke over the railing

And every man knew, as the captain did too

It was the witch of November come stealing

The dawn came late, and the breakfast had to wait

When the gales of November came splashing

When afternoon came it was freezing rain

In the face of a hurricane west wind

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck saying

Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya

At 7 p.m. a main hatchway caved in, he said

Fellas, it's been good to know ya

The captain wired in he had water coming in

And the big 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 they'd have made whitefish bay

If they'd put fifteen 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