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