The Burrard tide was running cold and deep

The city of Vancouver was waking from sleep

An iron skeleton reached out from the North Shore sand

A giant made of rivets, completely by hand

A hidden flaw was buried in the steel and the cage

A junior's pen had slipped across the drafting page

She creaked and she groaned, but the weight couldn't hold

It's a story of a blunder that's seldom told

And the bridge came tumblin' down

Oh, the bridge came tumblin' down

The steel didn't hold, it made a hell of a sound

Yeah, the bridge came tumblin' down

They were men of iron, an engineering crew

Plus a painter and a diver, and a dog named Tubby too

Eighteen souls in the wreckage, one more in the tide

It was pride of the Narrows, where the ironworkers died

They changed the name in ninety-four to honor the lost

To remind everyone of the human cost

So now, when you cross, remember the 17th of June

Give thanks to the lads that were lost far too soon

And the bridge came tumblin' down

Oh, the bridge came tumblin' down

No, the steel didn't hold, it made a hell of a sound

Yeah, the bridge came tumblin' down

Yeah, the bridge came tumblin' down

Yeah, the bridge came tumblin' down