“The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing,
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T’was the witch of November come stealing.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait,
When the gales of November came slashing.
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind.
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck saying
‘Fellas, it’s too rough to feed you.’
At seven pm a main hatchway caved in, he said
‘Fellas, it’s been good to know you.’
The captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.”
Gordon Lightfoot, The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
