Well, they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia Said, "Steve, you're way behind time This is not 38, this is Old 97 Put her into Spencer on time" Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman "Shovel on a little more coal And when we cross that White Oak Mountain Watch Old 97 roll" And then a telegram come from Washington station This is how it read "Oh that brave engineer that run Old 97 Is lyin' in old Danville dead" 'Cause he was going down a grade making 90 miles an hour The whistle broke into a scream He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle Scalded to death by the steam One more time Oh, now all you ladies you'd better take a warning From this time on and learn Never speak hard words to your true-lovin' husband He may leave you and never return, poor boy

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 With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early The ship was the pride of the American side Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most With a crew and good captain well seasoned Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms When they left fully loaded for Cleveland Then later that night when the ship's bell rang Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'? The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound When the wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the captain did too 'Twas the witch of November come stealin' The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait When the gales of November came slashin' When afternoon came it was freezing rain In the face of a hurricane west wind When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck Sayin' "Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya" At seven p.m. a main hatchway caved in He said, "Fellas, it's been good to know ya" The captain wired in he had water comin' in And the good ship and crew was in peril And later that night when his lights went out of sight Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald Does anyone know where the love of God goes When the waves turn the minutes to hours The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her They might have split up or they might have capsized They may have broke deep and took water And all that remains is the faces and the names Of the wives and the sons and the daughters Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings In the rooms of her ice-water mansion Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams The islands and bays are for sportsmen And farther below, Lake Ontario Takes in what Lake Erie can send her And the iron boats go as the mariners all know With the gales of November remembered In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee Superior, they said, never gives up her dead When the gales of November come early

The legend lives on from the chippewa on down Of the big lake they called 'gitche gumee' The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of november turn gloomy With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more Than the edmund fitzgerald weighed empty. That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed When the gales of november came early. The ship was the pride of the american side Coming back from some mill in wisconsin As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most With a crew and good captain well seasoned Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms When they left fully loaded for cleveland And later that night when the ship's bell rang Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'? The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound And a wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the captain did too, T'was the witch of november come stealin'. The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait When the gales of november came slashin'. When afternoon came it was freezin' rain In the face of a hurricane west wind. When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'. Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya. At seven p.m. a main hatchway caved in, he said Fellas, it's been good t'know ya The captain wired in he had water comin' in And the good ship and crew was in peril. And later that night when his lights went outta sight Came the wreck of the edmund fitzgerald. Does any one know where the love of god goes When the waves turn the minutes to hours? The searches all say they'd have made whitefish bay If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her. They might have split up or they might have capsized; May have broke deep and took water. And all that remains is the faces and the names Of the wives and the sons and the daughters. Lake huron rolls, superior sings In the rooms of her ice-water mansion. Old michigan steams like a young man's dreams; The islands and bays are for sportsmen. And farther below lake ontario Takes in what lake erie can send her, And the iron boats go as the mariners all know With the gales of november remembered. In a musty old hall in detroit they prayed, In the maritime sailors' cathedral. The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times For each man on the edmund fitzgerald. The legend lives on from the chippewa on down Of the big lake they call 'gitche gumee'. Superior, they said, never gives up her dead When the gales of november come early!

I come from the dreamtime From the dusty red soil plains I am the ancient heart The keeper of the flames I stood upon the rocky shore I watched the tall ships come For forty thousand years I've been The first Australian I came upon the prison ships Bound down by iron chains I've worked the land Endured the lash And waited for the rains I'm a settler I'm a farmers wife On a dry and barren run A convict and a free man I became Australian I'm the daughter of a digger Who sought the mother load The girl became a woman On the long and dusty road I'm a child of the Depression I saw the good time come I'm a bushy, I'm a battler I am Australian We are one But we are many And from all the lands on earth we come We'll share a dream And sing with one voice I am, you are, we are Australian I'm a teller of stories I'm a singer of songs I am Albert Namatjira And I paint the ghostly gums I am Clancy on his horse I'm Ned Kelly on the run I'm the one who waltzed Matilda I am Australian I'm the hot wind from the desert I'm the black soil of the plain I'm the mountains and the valleys I'm the drowned and flooding rains I am the rock I am the sky The rivers when they run The spirit of this great land I am Australian We are one But we are many And from all the lands on earth we come We'll share a dream And sing with one voice I am, you are, we are Australian We are one But we are many And from all the lands on earth we come We'll share a dream And sing with one voice I am, you are, we are Australian I am, you are, we are Australian Yes, the power of the right lyrics and the right melody To help us collectively express something That's usually very private and we never talk about But some of that just makes us all feel, uh, feel pretty good There's a couple of other things that make us feel pretty good tonight, too Apart from, thank you, you're all here with us We just found out that today That the album and the video that we have out at the moment Well especially the album, really We know that the video has already gone But it was our 68 concert for the BBC in London in black and white And the soundtrack from it we released for this tour And we're delighted to tell you that this week It's just gone into the Top 20 at number twelve Can't keep a good group down, can you? So if anyone's bought it, thank you, if you're gonna buy it, double thank you No, we're thrilled and, uh The other thing that makes us feel good in a package of these next three songs Two in fact, I think, are on that video Because the second and the third songs you will certainly know They were B-Sides to two of our biggest ever hit singles And they got as much airplay as the singles themselves So we regard them as big hits, and you'll certainly know them The first song of the trio is a little bit different, 'cause it's one of those early songs We used to have a lot of fun with, because when we first sat down together We didn't know the verses to all these great gospel songs So we'd sing the chorus' in lusty fashion but we sorta had to be creative with the verses You'll get the drift, here's the song Quaintly entitled, "Let the Light from the Lighthouse Shine on Me"