《Wreckg Of The Edmund Fitzgerald》是Gordon Lightfoot演唱的歌曲，由Gordon Ligh作詞作曲。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Wreckg Of The Edmund Fitzgerald
- 歌曲原唱：Gordon Lightfoot
- 填詞：Gordon Ligh
- 譜曲：Gordon Ligh
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 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 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
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 suppertime came
The old cook came on deck sayin'
Fellas it's too rough to feed ya
At Seven P M a main
Hatchway caved in he said
Fellas it's been good t'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 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;
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 till
