Lirik dan Chord Lagu The Wreck of Edmund Fitzgerald - Gordon Lightfoot

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - "The Wreck of Edmund Fitzgerald" merupakan lagu Gordon Lightfoot yang dirilis pada 1976.

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Berikut ini lirik dan chord lagu "The Wreck of Edmund Fitzgerald" dari Gordon Lightfoot.

A                                    Em
The legend lives on from the chippewa on down
           G      D                      A
Of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee"
                                         Em
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
                G            D                     A
When the skies of November turn gloomy
                                                      Em
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
                G                 D                     A
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.
                                                 Em
That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed
                     G             D                     A
When the "Gales of November" came early.

                                                Em
The ship was the pride of the American side

            G                D            A
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
                                                  Em
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
         G                D                  A
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
                                                 Em
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
                  G             D               A
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
                                                Em
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
              G             D                    A 
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

                                               Em
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
           G          D            A
And a wave broke over the railing
                                              Em
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
                 G            D                       A
T'was the witch of November come stealin'.
                                              Em
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
              G          D                 A
When the Gales of November came slashin'.
                                              Em
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
           G         D                A
In the face of a hurricane west wind.

                                                  Em
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck
             G        D                      A
Sayin’. "Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya."
                                 Em
At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in',
             G          D                    A
he said "Fellas, it's been good t'know ya"
                                             Em
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
          G                  D            A
and the good ship and crew was in peril.
                                              Em
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
              G              D               A
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

                                               Em
Does any one know where the love of God goes
               G                 D        A
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
                                                    Em
The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
             G                   D               A
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.
                                                    Em
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
          G                 D                  A
They may have broke deep and took water.
                                          Em
And all that remains is the faces and the names
         G                D                A
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

                              Em
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
         G               D           A
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
                                           Em
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
         G                D                   A
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
                               Em
And farther below Lake Ontario
       G                 D                A
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
                                                Em
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
              G       D             A
with the Gales of November remembered.

                                     Em
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
         G           D          A
In the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral."
                                                Em
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
                  G                   D             A
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
                                                Em
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
         G               D              A
Of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee".
                                              Em
"Superior", they said, "never gives up her dead
                G        D                    A
When the 'Gales of November' come early!"