The legend lives on from the Chippewa down
Of the lake they call Gitche Gummee
The lake, it is said, never gives up its dead,
When the skies of November turn gloomy.
I knew that was coming.
First song that I can distinctly remember listening to. Dad had that 8-track and played it like crazy.
LOL, my first thought is that they need to get Gord to write a song about it.