Lyrics

At the bottom of the ocean
theres a face you've seen, I'm sure.
She was the object of devotion
and now she's scattered across the floor.

Mary can you hear the words I'm saying?
Mary can you hear the words I'm praying?

Built so mighty, built of iron, built to last but born to die.
High upon her ivory tower she holds her tierd head up high.

Mary can you hear the words I'm saying?
Mary can you hear the words I'm praying?

Bring them back.
Bring them back on a White Star Line.
Bring them back.
Bring them back on a White Star Line.

Deep in the heat of Neptune-I'm hoping it will be soon
until you show them the way home.

Bring them back.
Bring them back on a White Star Line.
Bring them back.
Bring them back on a White Star Line.