Gordon Lightfoot -The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours?

… and all that remains is the faces and the names of the wives, and the sons, and the daughters.


What can I say? I’m Canadian and this song speaks to me in some kind of weird nationalistic way.  Don’t even get me started on the Canadian Railroad Trilogy.

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