The captain wired in he had water comin inand the good ship and crew was in periland later that night when his lights went outta sightcame the wreck of the edmund fitzgeralddoes any one know where the love of god goeswhen the waves turn the minutes to hoursthe searchers all say theyd have made whitefish bayif theyd put fifteen more miles behind herthey might have split up or they might have capsizedthey may have broke deep and took waterlake huron rolls, superior singsin the rooms of her icewater mansionold