She sailed from the bay in the month of November
A load of iron ore would mean cash in the bank
At work in the service of mining and commerce
She encountered a storm and too quickly she sank
Now she's part of the lake, part of the folklore
Part of a quest to understand

Ed Fitzgerald, the cargo you carried
The terrible fate of your captain and crew
On the bottom your remnants lie buried
But we who remember still sing about you

A disaster titanic, just think of the panic
In the midst of the darkness with waves crashing in
And though we are strangers, we grieve for the sailors
Widows and children and all of their kin
A memorial prayer, the ringing of church bells
Mournful in sorrow, in dread of the deep

Ed Fitzgerald, you set sail that autumn
Transporting iron ore for the Michigan* mills
You've been missing for thirty five winters
It's through songs like this we remember you still

Ed Fitzgerald, you set sail that autumn
Now you've been missing for thirty five years
Ed Fitzgerald, that dreadful November
The people who loved you remember with tears