Chord Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot

# - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - please note - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - # # this file is the author’s own work and represents their interpretation of the # # song . you may only use this file for private study , scholarship , or research . # # - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - # wreck of the edmund fitzgerald chords gordon lightfoot capo iii A Em G D A A Em the legend lives on from the chippewa on down G D A of the big lake they called gitche gumee A Em the lake , it is said , never gives up her dead G D A when the skies of november turn gloomy A Em with a load of iron ore twenty - six thousand tons more G D A than the edmund fitzgerald weighed empty . A Em that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed G D A when the gales of november came early . A Em G D A 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 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 , twas the witch of november come stealin . the dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait when the gales of november came slashing . when afternoon came it was freezing 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 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 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! set8