The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called ‘gitche gumee’
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
One of my top 5 favorite songs, spanning 50s-60s-70s.
I prefer this version. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOwSaSl_PGk
Does anyone know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours
Btw, that song lost the song-of-the-year Grammy to Barry Manilow’s, “I Write the Songs.” Can you believe it?
I have many Lightfoot albums & was always partial to his other shipwreck song—The Ballad of the Yarmouth Castle.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=N16szs0jXrc
Also, Affair on Eighth Avenue is a favorite.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=QGaRaJBkVnA
Lightfoot is, always will be, among the giants of the singer-songwriters. I was raised on rock and roll— the hooks, the riffs, the wild stage antics grab the attention for a minute,, but the poets are the ones who have stayed with me 50 years— Lightfoot, Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, Paul Simon. I have dozens of their albums, never tire of listening to them.
I’ll be listening to Gordon Lightfoot tonight, with a glass of wine by the fireplace.
Oh boy. Screen all blurry.