Johnny Mack lived near Maple CreekHe was long and lean
and toughA level head and a steady handAnd a wizard
with the puckAnd once across the blue line ohHe'd never
let you downYou could tell by the look in his coal
black eyesThat boy was glory boundHe could bring the
home town to its feetWith a goal in overtimeThe scouts
had pegged him sure enoughIt was just a matter of timeIf
there was any justice in this worldHe'd be picked in
the second roundCause he had the goods there was no
denyingThat boy was glory boundOne afternoon before
a gameI stopped by Johnny's placeWith my father's car
and a feeling in my heartThat night we'd take first
placeBut there was something that he'd left behindHe'd
fetch it back in townI never dreamt it at the timeThat
fate would strike him downOh,
we phoned the Mounties when he didn't showThey found
him in a ditch between here and ShaunavonRoof caved
in and it's fifty belowSirens wail,
blizzard blowsJohnny died young but I grew oldAnd since
that time I've come to thinkWhen I see his name engraved
on trophiesOr his picture in a case in the Kinsmen's
rinkHe somehow slipped the bonds of timeHe's gained
himself renownAnd I've started on that slow slide backBut
he's forever glory boundAnd I've started on that slow
slide backBut he's forever glory bound