38 Million sticks tappin' / Walters' song

38 Million Sticks Tapping, Ray Scott Wayne gave Walters’ Eulogy in his hometown church Where he devoted his life to friends and family first Thirty eight million tears now flow For the worlds’ greatest hockey coach Places where the puck has yet to go A rec-room museum of memories For the whole country to come n’ see Home’s where the heart is for tours and teams Tears for the worlds’ kindest hockey teacher Flooding the backyard rink ice clearer Seen at all big arenas and with little league dreamers From L.A to Oil-town, pausing for pictures Close to 3000 golf balls, a slice of the green He gathered so Wayne could sign, kind gestures Nearly 38 million sticks now tap For the passing of Canada’s’ hockey dad Wally in the backyard, Phyllis, fixin’ dinners Building dreams in Brantford for Steelers n' winners Wally told Wayne, skate to the ice undiscovered Someday we’ll know what the open space is Never forget who tied your laces Human Hall of Fame’s where Walters’ place is Money and fame and smiling young faces Follow your dreams N’don’t chase lost places N’ be The Great One, being great to all others Never forget your hockey father Never forget where you’re from Grandaughters and Grandsons Scoring goals and hittin’ home runs 38 million hockey sticks tapping Standing ovation hands are all clapping From the Ukraine to the Human Hall of Fame For The Great One, The family, The Father and Son