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The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald Chrom

by Gordon Lightfoot · tab for chromatic harmonica

No bends800 notesHoles 1–5Chromatic
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The legend lives on
from the Chip-pe-wa on down
of the big lake they called
"Git-che Gu-mee."
The lake, it is said,
Ne-ver gives up her dead
when the skies of No-vem-ber
turn gloo-my.
With a load of iron ore
twenty-six thousand tons more
than the Ed-mund Fitz-ger-ald
weighed emp-ty,
That good ship and true
was a bone to be chewed
when the "Gales of No-vem-ber"
came early.
The ship was the pride
of the A-mer-i-can side
Com-ing back from some mill
in Wis-con-sin.
As the big freighters go,
it was big-ger than most
with a crew and good captain
well sea-soned,
concluding some terms
with a couple of steel firms
when they left ful-ly loaded
for Cleveland.
And later that
night when the ship's bell rang,
could it be the north wind
they'd been feelin'?
they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the
wires made a tattle-tale sound
and a wave broke ov-er
the railing.
And ev'ry man knew,
as the cap-tain did too
'twas the witch of No-vem-ber
come stealin'.
The dawn came late
and the breakfast had to wait
when the Gales of No-vem-ber
came slashin'.
When af-ter-noon came
it was freezin' rain
in the face of a hur-ri-cane
west wind.
west wind.
When suppertime came
the old cook came on deck say-in'.
"Fellas, it's too rough
t'feed ya."
At seven P. M.
a main hatchway caved in;
he said, "Fel-las, it's bin good
t'know ya!"
The captain wired in
he had wa-ter comin' in
and the good ship and crew was
in per-il.
And later that night
when 'is lights went outta sight
came the wreck of the Ed-mund
Fitzgerald.
Fitzgerald.
Does any one know
where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes
to hours?
The searchers all say
they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles
behind 'er.
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.
and the daughters.
Lake Huron
rolls, Su-per-i-or sings
in the rooms of her
ice-water mansion.
Old Mi-chi-gan steams
like a young man's dreams;
the is-lands and bays are for
sportsmen.
And farther be-low
Lake On-ta-ri-o
takes in what Lake Er-ie
can send her,
But the iron boats go
as the mariners all know
with the Gales of No-vem-ber
Re-mem-bered.
Re-mem-bered.
In a mus-ty old hall
in De-tro-it they prayed,
in the "Mar-i-time Sailors'
Ca-the-dral."
The church bell chimed
'til it rang twenty-nine times
for each man on the
Ed-mund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on
From the Chip-pe-wa on down
of the big lake they call
"Git-che Gu-mee."
"Su-per-ior," they said,
"never gives up her dead
when the gales of No-vem-ber
come early!"
come early!"
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