The Captain beneath the mountains,
The Captain of carven stone,
The lord of blue and white fountains
We need him to come into his own!
His letter shall be upholden,
His stick shall be smoldering,
His goals shall echo golden
To chants of yore fans holding.
The stars shall break on mountains
And our goalie beneath the sun;
His saves shall flow in fountains
On the Canucks golden run.
GO CANUCKS GO!



