

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse] The wind it howled like a beast unchained Cold November skies wept bitter rain A ship so proud Now a ghost in the deep The lake it keeps what it vows to keep [Chorus] The gales of November They tear and they moan The last we heard "We’re holding our own" Twenty-nine souls swallowed by the storm In the heart of Superior Where the waters deform [Verse 2] The Arthur M. Anderson called through the night A silence answered No beacon No light Steel bends and breaks where no man can stand The lake holds its secrets A grave made of sand [Prechorus] The waves they rise The heavens they cry No stars to guide Just a blackened sky [Chorus] The gales of November They tear and they moan The last we heard "We’re holding our own" Twenty-nine souls swallowed by the storm In the heart of Superior Where the waters deform [Bridge] Oh Edmond Fitzgerald A name carved in woe Your bell rings eternal Where the cold winds blow A sailor’s prayer for the ones who remain Bound to the lake By the storm’s cruel chain
Tags
acoustic with mournful strings and solemn male vocals, folk ballad, haunting
3:59
No
11/14/2025