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When the waves turn the minutes to hours
When the waves turn the minutes to hours




when the waves turn the minutes to hours

When the Gales of November came slashin’. The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait ’twas the witch of November come stealin’. The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale soundĪnd ev’ry man knew, as the captain did too When they left fully loaded for Cleveland, 10Īnd later that night when the ship’s bell 20 rang,Ĭould it be the north wind they’d been feelin’? 11 With a crew and good captain well seasoned.Ĭoncluding some terms with a couple of steel firms The ship was the pride of the American side 8,9Īs the big freighters go, it was bigger than most That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed

when the waves turn the minutes to hours

Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty, 10 With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more The lake 3 it is said, never gives up her dead 7 Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee.

when the waves turn the minutes to hours

The legend lives on from the Chippewa 4 on down Here are the original song lyrics, lightly annotated: The greatest topical ballads ever written – “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.” 2 1 He was so moved that he began writing a song as a tribute to “the ship, the sea,Īnd the men who lost their lives that night.” Within a month he had penned what was arguably one of It’s no suprise then that he took particular interest in a Nov 1975 Newsweek account of the loss of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Then a Victor Carpenter custom 46-ft spruce-and-fiberglass cruising sloop (the Golden Goose). The Canadian singer-songwriter Gordon Lightfoot (–) was an avid recreational boater on Lake Ontario, owning a stock 39-ft Erickson sloop ( Sundown)






When the waves turn the minutes to hours