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Guess the Song from the Lyrics #2 - NO HINTS

Attempt to fill out the lyrics to this song, and consider it a win if you manage to correctly identify the name of it!
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Song:
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
Artist:
Gordon Lightfoot
 
 
VERSES ONE & TWO
 
The
legend
lives
on
 
from
the
Chippewa
on
down,
 
of
the
big
lake
they
call
Gitchee
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
ship
was
the
pride
 
of
the
American
side,
 
coming
back
from
some
mill
in
Wisconsin
 
 
As
the
big
freighters
go
 
it
was
bigger
than
most,
 
with
a
crew
and
good
captain
well
seasoned
 
 
Concluding
some
terms
 
with
a
couple
of
steel
firms
 
When
they
left
fully
loaded
for
Cleveland
 
 
And
later
that
night
 
when
the
ship's
bell
rang,
 
could
it
be
the
north
wind
they'd
been
feelin'?
 
VERSES THREE & FOUR
 
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
stealin'
 
 
The
dawn
came
late
 
and
the
breakfast
had
to
wait,
 
when
the
gales
of
November
came
slashin'
 
 
When
afternoon
came
 
it
was
freezing
rain
 
in
the
face
of
a
hurricane
west
wind
 
 
When
supper
time
came,
 
the
old
cook
came
on
deck,
 
sayin',
"Fellas
it's
too
rough
to
feed
ya."
 
 
At
seven
PM
 
a
main
hatchway
caved
in,
 
he
said,
"Fellas
it's
been
good
to
know
ya"
 
The
captain
wired
in
 
he
had
water
comin'
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
 
 
VERSES FIVE & SIX
 
Does
anyone
know
 
where
the
love
of
God
goes
 
when
the
waves
turn
the
minutes
to
hours?
 
 
The
searchers
all
say
 
they'd
have
made
Whitefish
Bay
 
 
 
 
if
they'd
put
fifteen
more
miles
behind
her
 
 
They
might
have
split
up
 
 
 
 
or
they
might
have
capsized
 
 
 
 
They
may
have
broke
deep
and
took
water
 
 
And
all
that
remains
 
 
 
 
 
is
the
faces
and
the
names
 
 
 
of
the
wives
and
the
sons
and
the
daughters
 
Lake
Huron
rolls,
 
 
 
 
 
 
Superior
sings,
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
in
the
rooms
of
her
ice
water
mansion
 
 
Old
Michigan
steams
 
 
 
 
 
 
like
a
young
man's
dreams
 
 
 
 
The
islands
and
bays
are
for
sportsmen
 
 
 
And
farther
below
 
 
 
 
 
 
Lake
Ontario
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
takes
in
what
Lake
Erie
can
send
her
 
 
And
the
iron
boats
go
 
 
 
 
as
the
mariners
all
know
 
 
 
 
with
the
gales
of
November
remembered!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
VERSE SEVEN
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
In
a
musty
old
hall
 
 
 
 
in
Detroit
they
prayed
 
 
 
 
 
in
the
maritime
sailors'
cathedral
 
 
 
 
 
The
church
bell
chimed
 
 
 
 
 
'til
it
rang
twenty-nine
times
 
 
 
 
for
each
man
on
the
Edmund
Fitzgerald
 
 
 
The
legend
lives
on
 
 
 
 
 
from
the
Chippewa
on
down
 
 
 
 
of
the
big
lake
they
call
Gitchee
Gumee
 
 
Superior
they
said
 
 
 
 
 
 
never
gives
up
her
dead
 
 
 
 
when
the
gales
of
November
come
early!
 
 
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