Imagine ship and crew, ore too
We think about her hatches tight, and then we write
Remembering the ship we lost
November night, the Edmund Fitzgerald

They took a risk that day, a stormy clime
But with their vast experience, all would be fine
Until the radar screen went blank, and left them blind
The Edmund Fitzgerald

Gitchee Gumee claiming the lives of
The men, all twenty-nine
Chippewa have told us
These guys will be gone, 'til end of time

Ship and crew, the gale winds blew
The giant vessel tossed like dice, a hatch broke through
The mighty Lake Superior, a witch's brew
For Edmund Fitzgerald

Coast Guard searching, maybe they'll locate
A clue, the loss of life
Grim news to each man of
The Lakes, also to, his child and wife

The sound it made, tattletale
No matter how they steered the Fitz, the ship would fail
The only safety seemed to lay, in Whitefish Bay
For Edmund Fitzgerald

Gitchee Gum, its vict'ry sings
While down below, Ontario, takes in some things
And far away, in Michigan, a church bell rings
For Edmund Fitzgerald
The Edmund Fitzgerald

Trapped in the weather
The perished together
She vanished forever
The Edmund Fitzgerald

The Edmund Fitzgerald
A great ship imperiled
Remembered forever