The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.

Some of the words don't look right. Where did you find this?

They're right. I listen to that song just about every other morning
while working out with my son (we listen to his crap, er, music, every
other day, and I get my music on the in-between days), and it never
fails to give me the shivers.
--
Jay Honeck
Iowa City, IA
Pathfinder N56993
www.AlexisParkInn.com
"Your Aviation Destination"