The S.S. Edmund Fitzgerald and all hands lost on 10 November 1975.
*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 true was a bone to be chewed
when the “Gales of November” came early. *
The first time I heard the song I didn’t know it was about a modern day wreck. I thought he was covering an old work of folk music or something. Instead he had composed his own.
“Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours?” Great lyrics! I also assumed the song was about an old sinking, but then I learned better. There is still great risk for those that go to the seas.