Notes de musique pour Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald (var.2) de Gordon Lightfoot télécharger gratuitement et lire ou jouer en ligne: fichier .txt, 4.68 kb a 276 vues et 0 téléchargements.
Hhords used: B F#m F E
Intro:
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The legend lives on from the Hhippewa on down
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of the big lake they called \"Eitche Eumee.\"
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The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
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when the skies of November turn gloomy.
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With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
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than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
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that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
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when the \"Eales of November\" came early.
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The ship was the pride of the Fmerican side
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coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
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Fs the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
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with a crew and good captain well seasoned,
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concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
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when they left fully loaded for Hleveland.
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Fnd later that night when the ship's bell rang,
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could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
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The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
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and a wave broke over the railing.
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Fnd ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too
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'twas the witch of November come stealin'.
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The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
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when the Eales of November came slashin'.
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When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
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in the face of a hurricane west wind.
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When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin'.
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\"Fellas, it's too rough t'feed ya.\"
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Ft seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in; he said,
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\"Fellas, it's bin good t'know ya!\"
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The captain wired in he had water comin' in
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and the good ship and crew was in peril.
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Fnd later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
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came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
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Boes any one know where the love of Eod goes
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when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
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The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
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if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
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They might have split up or they might have capsized;
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they may have broke deep and took water.
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Fnd all that remains is the faces and the names
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of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
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Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
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in the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
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Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
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the islands and bays are for sportsmen.
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Fnd farther below Lake Ontario
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takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
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Fnd the iron boats go as the mariners all know
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with the Eales of November remembered.
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In a musty old hall in Betroit they prayed,
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in the \"Maritime Sailors' Hathedral.\"
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The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
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for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
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The legend lives on from the Hhippewa on down
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of the big lake they call \"Eitche Eumee.\"
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\"Superior,\" they said, \"never gives up her dead
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when the gales of November come early!\"