title: The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgeraldkey: 70sharp type: Chromaticgenre: Cskill: IntermediateMusic & Lyrics by Gordon LightfootKey of C Major Range: C4 – D5Notations: none=blow -= draw *=button in4 4 -5 4 -3* 3 3 33 -3 -3* -3* -3 3 -2 33 -4 3 -2 3 13 4 4 4 4The legend lives on-5 4 -3* 3 3 3 3from the Chip-pe-wa on down-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3of the big lake they called3 -2 3 1“Git-che Gu-mee.”3 4 4 4 4The lake, it is said,-5 4 -3* 3 3 3Ne-ver gives up her dead-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3 3when the skies of No-vem-ber-2 3 1turn gloo-my.3 4 4 4 4With a load of iron ore-5 4 -3* 3 3 3 3twenty-six thousand tons more-3* -3* -3*-3* -3* -3 3than the Ed-mund Fitz-ger-ald-2 3 1weighed emp-ty,3 4 4 4 4That good ship and true-5 4 -3* 3 3 3was a bone to be chewed-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3 3when the “Gales of No-vem-ber”-2 3 4came early. 3 4 4 4 4 -5The ship was the pride4 -3* 3 3 3 3 3of the A-mer-i-can side-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3Com-ing back from some mill3 -2 3 1in Wis-con-sin.3 4 4 4 4 4As the big freighters go,-5 4 -3* 3 3 3it was big-ger than most-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3 3with a crew and good captain-2 3 4well sea-soned,3 4 4 4 4 -5concluding some terms-5 4 -3* 3 3 3with a couple of steel firms-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3 3when they left ful-ly loaded-2 3 1for Cleveland.3 4 4 4And later that4 -5 4 -3* 3 3 3night when the ship’s bell rang,-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3could it be the north wind3 -2 3 4they’d been feelin’?4 4 -5 4 -3* 3 3 33 -3 -3* -3 3 -2 33 4 4 4The wind in the4 -5 4 -3* 3 3 3 3wires made a tattle-tale sound-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3and a wave broke ov-er-2 3 1the railing.3 4 4 4 4And ev’ry man knew,-5 4 -3* 3 3 3as the cap-tain did too-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3 3’twas the witch of No-vem-ber-2 3 4come stealin’.3 4 4 4The dawn came late-5 4 -3* 3 3 3 3and the breakfast had to wait-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3 3when the Gales of No-vem-ber-2 3 4came slashin’.3 4 4 4 4When af-ter-noon came-5 4 -3* 3 3it was freezin’ rain-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3 3 -2in the face of a hur-ri-cane3 4west wind.4 4 -5 4 -3* 3 3 33 -3 -3* -3* -3 3 -2 3 4-3 -3 3* 3 -4 3 -2 3 13 4 4 4 4When suppertime came-5 4 -3* 3 3 3 3 -3*the old cook came on deck say-in’.-3* -3* -3* -3* -3 3“Fellas, it’s too rough-2 3 1t’feed ya.”3 4 4 4 4At seven P. M.-5 4 -3* 3 3 3a main hatchway caved in;-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3 3he said, “Fel-las, it’s bin good-2 3 4t’know ya!”3 4 4 4 4The captain wired in-5 4 -3* 3 3 3he had wa-ter comin’ in-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3 3and the good ship and crew was-2 3 1in per-il.3 4 4 4 4And later that night-5 4 -3* 3 3 3 3when ‘is lights went outta sight-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3 3came the wreck of the Ed-mund-2 3 4Fitzgerald.4 4 -5 4 -3* 3 3 33 -3 -3* -3* -3 3 -2 3 4-3 -3 3* 3 -4 3 -2 3 13 4 4 4Does any one know-5 4 -3* 3 3 3where the love of God goes-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3 3when the waves turn the minutes-2 3 1to hours?3 4 4 4 4The searchers all say-5 4 -3* 3 3 3 3they’d have made Whitefish Bay-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3 3if they’d put fifteen more miles-2 3 4behind ‘er.3 4 4 4 4They might have split up-5 4 -3* 3 3 3or they might have capsized;-3* -3* -3* -3* -3they may have broke deep3 -2 3 1and took water.3 4 4 4 4And all that remains-5 4 -3* 3 3 3is the faces and the names-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3of the wives and the sons3 -2 3 4and the daughters.4 4 -5 4 -3* 3 3 33 -3 -3* -3* -3 3 -2 3 4-3 -3 3* 3 -4 3 -2 3 13 4 4Lake Huron4 -5 4 -3* 3 3 3rolls, Su-per-i-or sings-3* -3* -3* -3* -3*in the rooms of her-3 3 -2 3 1ice-water mansion.3 4 4 4 4Old Mi-chi-gan steams-5 4 -3* 3 3like a young man’s dreams;-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3 -2the is-lands and bays are for3 4sportsmen.3 4 4 4 4And farther be-low-5 4 -3* 3 3Lake On-ta-ri-o-3* -3* -3* -3* -3 3takes in what Lake Er-ie-2 3 1can send her,3 4 4 4 4But the iron boats go-5 4 -3* 3 3 3as the mariners all know-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3 3with the Gales of No-vem-ber-2 3 4Re-mem-bered.4 4 -5 4 -3* 3 3 33 -3 -3* -3* -3 3 -2 3 4-3 -3 3* 3 -4 3 -2 3 14 4 -5 4 -3* 3 3 33 -3 -3* -3* -3 3 -2 3 4-3 -3 3* 3 -4 3 -2 3 13 4 4 4 4 4In a mus-ty old hall-5 4 -3* 3 3 3in De-tro-it they prayed,-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3 3in the “Mar-i-time Sailors’-2 3 1Ca-the-dral.”3 4 4 4The church bell chimed-5 4 -3* 3 3 3’til it rang twenty-nine times-3* -3* -3* -3* -3*for each man on the-3 3 -2 3 4Ed-mund Fitzgerald.3 4 4 4 4The legend lives on-5 4 -3* 3 3 3 3From the Chip-pe-wa on down-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3of the big lake they call3 -2 3 1“Git-che Gu-mee.” 3 4 4 4 4“Su-per-ior,” they said,-5 4 -3* 3 3 3“never gives up her dead-3* -3* -3* -3* -3* -3 3when the gales of No-vem-ber-2 3 4come early!”4 4 -5 4 -3* 3 3 33 -3 -3* -3* -3 3 -2 3 4-3 -3 3* 3 -4 3 -2 3 14 4 -5 4 -3* 3 3 33 -3 -3* -3* -3 3 -2 3 4-3 -3 3* 3 -4 3 -2 3 1(sustain)