summer's over
when the ^ grass won't grow
flip flops are in the closet
with the rest of the summer clothes
but we're used to that
just means hockey's back
thank God for that
yeah hockey's back
harvest is in
there's ^ frost on the leaves
and old man winter
is rolling up his sleeves
but we're used to that
just means hockey's back
thank God for that
yeah hockey's back
heard a slapshot
hit the ^ frozen glass
and echo out
like a holy mass
bridge in A
down a mountain pass
through the prairie grass
out to halifax
and half way back
but we're used to that
just means hockey's back
thank God for that
yeah hockey's back
