Song Lesson No. 4 – The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot- Special Project
Introduction-
This song lesson will be a project to develop your English listening and comprehension skills.
The song in the lesson is a Folk song which is sung in a slower pace and describes a famous ship wreck on Lake Superior during the mid-1970’s.
In addition, it includes lyrics that relates to American Indian culture and history of one of the States Great Lakes.
If you take the time to listen and study this song, I feel that you will advance your English listening and comprehension ability. Afterwards, I intend to ask some questions about the song.
Preparation for the project:
1. Read the story to learn about this shipwreck from this link http://www.shipwreckmuseum.com/edmund-fitzgerald-36/
2. Listen to the song by Gordon Lightfoot from my Relaxation Lounge in the Folk Song category on my profile page http://www.englishbaby.com/findfriends/gallery/detail/1207903 if the song doesn’t appear, locate it on the internet (The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot)
3. Read the lyrics to the song provided below:
“The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”
Section 1
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call Gitche 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
Section 2
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 Then later that night when the ship’s bell rang Could it be the north wind they’d been feelin’?
Section 3
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound When the wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the captain did too ‘Twas 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
Section 4
When suppertime 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
Section 5
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
Section 6
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
Section 7
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 Gitche Gumee Superior, they said, never gives up her dead When the gales of November come early
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