《The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald》是Gordon Lightfoot演唱的歌曲，由LIGHTFOOT, G.作詞，收錄於專輯《The Complete Greatest Hits》。
基本介紹
- 外文名：The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
- 所屬專輯：The Complete Greatest Hits
- 歌曲原唱：Gordon Lightfoot
- 填詞：LIGHTFOOT, G.
- 發行日期：2002年4月1日
歌曲歌詞
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
WisconsinAs the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well-seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple steel firms
When they left fully loaded for
ClevelandAnd later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wires made the tattle-tale sound
And the wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too
T'was 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 supper time came, the old cook came on deck sayin'
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 comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the
Edmund Fitzgerald
Does any one know where the love of
God goesWhen the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made
Whitefish
BayIf 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
Old 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 musty old hall in
Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime
Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed 'til 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
