Gordon Meredith Lightfoot, Jr., (born November 17, 1938) is a Canadian singer and songwriter who achieved international success in folk, country, and popular music. He came to prominence in the 1960s, and broke through on the international music charts in the 1970s with songs such as "If You Could Read My Mind" (1970), "Sundown" (1974) and "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" (1976). His songs have been recorded by some of the world's most successful recording artists, including Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan.
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Em The ship was the pride of the American side
GDAsus2 Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin Em As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most GDAsus2 With a crew and good captain well seasoned Em Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms GDAsus2 When they left fully loaded for Cleveland Em And later that night when the ship's bell rang GDAsus2 Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
Em The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound GDAsus2 And a wave broke over the railing Em And every man knew, as the captain did too, GDAsus2 T'was the witch of November come stealin'. Em The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait GDAsus2 When the Gales of November came slashin'. Em When afternoon came it was freezin' rain GDAsus2 In the face of a hurricane west wind.
Em When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck GDAsus2 Sayin’. "Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya." Em At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in', GDAsus2 he said "Fellas, it's been good t'know ya" Em The captain wired in he had water comin' in GDAsus2 and the good ship and crew was in peril. Em And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight GDAsus2 Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Em Does any one know where the love of God goes GDAsus2 When the waves turn the minutes to hours? Em The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay GDAsus2 If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her. Em They might have split up or they might have capsized; GDAsus2 They may have broke deep and took water. Em And all that remains is the faces and the names GDAsus2 Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Em Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings GDAsus2 In the rooms of her ice-water mansion. Em Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams; GDAsus2 The islands and bays are for sportsmen. Em And farther below Lake Ontario GDAsus2 Takes in what Lake Erie can send her, Em And the iron boats go as the mariners all know GDAsus2 with the Gales of November remembered.
Em In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed, GDAsus2 In the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral." Em The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times GDAsus2 For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald. Em The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down GDAsus2 Of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee". Em "Superior", they said, "never gives up her dead GDAsus2 When the 'Gales of November' come early!