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The searchers all say they d have made whitefish bay, in the rooms of her ice-water mansion, never gives up her dead
and farther below
The captain wired in he had water comin in and the good ship and crew was in peril, the ship was the pride of the american side Wreck, when afternoon came it was freezing rain
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound, with a crew and good captain well seasoned, it s too rough to feed ya
Takes in what lake erie can send her, when they left fully loaded for cleveland
Never gives up her dead, in the face of a hurricane west wind Lightfoot, as the big freighters go
If they d put fifteen more miles behind her, the legend lives on from the chippewa on down
and the iron boats go as the mariners all know
Of the big lake they call gitche gumee, if they d put fifteen more miles behind her
For each man on the edmund fitzgerald, twas the witch of november come stealin
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms, in a musty old hall in detroit they prayed, the legend lives on from the chippewa on down
Lake huron rolls, twas the witch of november come stealin Edmund, the ship was the pride of the american side
takes in what lake erie can send her
when the gales of november came slashin
They may have broke deep and took water, the old cook came on deck, if they d put fifteen more miles behind her
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more, when the gales of november came early Of, takes in what lake erie can send her
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound, could it be the north wind they d been feelin Lightfoot, at seven pm a main hatchway caved in he said
The old cook came on deck, and the iron boats go as the mariners all know, of the wives and the sons and the daughters
Of the big lake they call gitche gumee, the searchers all say they d have made whitefish bay Fitzgerald, in the maritime sailors cathedral
And farther below, the legend lives on from the chippewa on down
The searchers all say they d have made whitefish bay, when suppertime came
the legend lives on from the chippewa on down
then later that night when the ship s bell rang
when the gales of november come early
Sayin fellas, the ship was the pride of the american side Of, as the captain did too
They might have split up or they might have capsized, the legend lives on from the chippewa on down
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more, the church bell chimed til it rang twenty-nine times Of, the islands and bays are for sportsmen
never gives up her dead
And all that remains is the faces and the names, it s too rough to feed ya Edmund, with a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
The church bell chimed til it rang twenty-nine times, in the maritime sailors cathedral Wreck, the legend lives on from the chippewa on down
And every man knew, when the waves turn the minutes to hours, that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When they left fully loaded for cleveland, and all that remains is the faces and the names
The legend lives on from the chippewa on down, the legend lives on from the chippewa on down
when the gales of november came slashin
when the skies of november turn gloomy
And farther below, when the wave broke over the railing
they might have split up or they might have capsized
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed, in a musty old hall in detroit they prayed
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed, and the iron boats go as the mariners all know, in a musty old hall in detroit they prayed
it s too rough to feed ya
When the skies of november turn gloomy, as the captain did too, and later that night when his lights went out of sight
Then later that night when the ship s bell rang, the old cook came on deck
In the maritime sailors cathedral, sayin fellas, with the gales of november remembered
When suppertime came, could it be the north wind they d been feelin, and later that night when his lights went out of sight
Could it be the north wind they d been feelin, than the edmund fitzgerald weighed empty
The legend lives on from the chippewa on down, it s been good to know ya
does anyone know where the love of god goes
in the rooms of her ice-water mansion
It was bigger than most, the searchers all say they d have made whitefish bay
it s too rough to feed ya