The closing-credits anthem. Rock of ages, smooth and cold; the cathedral of the roaring game. A song for the long view — always new, but never changed.
Lyrics
Rings on ice and stones awaitin′
Cathedral where we're congregatin′
Fill your lungs with frosty air
Frozen echoes linger there
Curl on curl on
Stepping out with cautious feet
We find our rhythm on the pebbled sheet
With every glide, our spirits rise
Curl on curl on
The game is won with skill and grace
A curling sheet is my happy place
Curl on, curl on
Slide your soul where you belong
Curl on, curl on
A measured drive out from the hack
A perfect draw or little tap back
Curl on, curl on
Slide your soul where you belong
Curl on, curl on
Mighty sweepers where the heart is strong
Rock of ages smooth and cold
Through the house your echoes roll
Shouts ring out, brooms on ice
Crashing rocks, then roll precise
The roaring game remains the same
Always new but never changed
Ohhh woah oh
Ohhhoh Slide your soul where you belong
Yeaah woah
Slide your soul where you belong
Curl on curl on
