Music: The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Am listening to Gordon Lightfoot's The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

We think of our technology as being so powerful. But in the face of nature, it is not.

Many of the lines from the famed ballad are haunting so here below are some of the final words from the song:

"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"

"In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
in the maritime sailors' cathedral
the church bell chimed 'til it rang 29 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"