The final whistle was blown.
Hockey sticks, hoisted in the air,
Sweat, a sweet drip upon the ploughed ice,
Smiles on the faces of the men in red uniforms.
They knew the victory was in their own hands,
A destiny that was made possible by God.
Jubilant hearts and blissful souls,
Together, a song to the hockey town,
Invincible, Detroit Redwings--
A hoist of the Stanley cup again,
In front of their beloved fans.
The ice was theirs to taste,
And the night was theirs to enjoy.
