The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald - Gordon Lightfoot.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : LIGHTFOOT, G.
[00:00.00] The legend lives on from the chippewa on down
[00:20.10]Of the big lake they called 'gitche gumee'
[00:25.98]The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
[00:29.25]When the skies of november turn gloomy
[00:35.37]With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
[00:39.27]Than the edmund fitzgerald weighed empty.
[00:45.00]That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
[00:48.57]When the gales of november came early.
[00:54.78]The ship was the pride of the american side
[00:58.50]Coming back from some mill in wisconsin
[01:02.37]As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
[01:06.18]With a crew and good captain well seasoned
[01:10.14]Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
[01:13.98]When they left fully loaded for cleveland
[01:17.85]And later that night when the ship's bell rang
[01:21.69]Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
[01:35.82]The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
[01:39.69]And a wave broke over the railing
[01:45.66]And every man knew, as the captain did too,
[01:49.26]T'was the witch of november come stealin'.
[01:55.35]The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
[01:58.74]When the gales of november came slashin'.
[02:03.00]When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
[02:06.69]In the face of a hurricane west wind.
[02:26.40]When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'.
[02:30.63]Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya.
[02:36.12]At seven p.m. a main hatchway caved in, he said
[02:40.17]Fellas, it's been good t'know ya
[02:45.81]The captain wired in he had water comin' in
[02:49.26]And the good ship and crew was in peril.
[02:53.31]And later that night when his lights went outta sight
[02:57.03]Came the wreck of the edmund fitzgerald.
[03:20.52]Does any one know where the love of god goes
[03:24.39]When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
[03:30.21]The searches all say they'd have made whitefish bay
[03:33.81]If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.
[03:39.90]They might have split up or they might have capsized;
[03:43.95]May have broke deep and took water.
[03:47.58]And all that remains is the faces and the names
[03:51.27]Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
[04:10.92]Lake huron rolls, superior sings
[04:14.73]In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
[04:18.54]Old michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
[04:22.41]The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
[04:28.32]And farther below lake ontario
[04:32.04]Takes in what lake erie can send her,
[04:35.97]And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
[04:39.75]With the gales of november remembered.
[05:19.35]In a musty old hall in detroit they prayed,
[05:22.98]In the maritime sailors' cathedral.
[05:29.10]The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
[05:32.61]For each man on the edmund fitzgerald.
[05:38.73]The legend lives on from the chippewa on down
[05:42.27]Of the big lake they call 'gitche gumee'.
[05:48.24]Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
[05:51.66]When the gales of november come early!