The Guns of Navarone

The Guns of Navarone - Dimitri Tiomkin

Islands of Greece are green and beautiful

Green and beautiful

Where the olive trees grow

In the field below

But high on the cliffs the guns are hidden there

Guns are hidden there

In a cavern of stone

Guns of Navarre

There is another isle as beautiful

Where the laurel once bloomed

Here on this island known as heteros

Two thousand soldiers are doomed

Now is the problem how to rescue them

From a crushing defeat

When high on the cliffs

The guns of Navarre blocks his majesty's fleet

So in the face of odds impossible

Secret saboteurs in a fisherman's skiff

Headed for the cliff

Six men come to save two thousand men

Two thousand men the brave and the bold

For whom the bells have tolled

Six men come to the scale the hills above

Here where the gods are

Think what the odds are six men

Come from the sea with intro glycerin

Intro glycerin and a ladder of rope

And a thing called hope

Six flies climb the Nazi spider web

Carefully set the charge and the fuse

So little time to loose

Tick stock swiftly tick the hands of doom

Everything reckoned

Time to the second

Contact

Spark and a boom and flames are going up

Guns are blowing up

Thur the thundering roar

Steam the men of war

Ya sue god speed to the gallant men mission accomplished

Farewell my friends

And so the legend ends

Yeas sue toll the bells of Navarre

Safe be your journey

Fair wind attends you yeas sue

Now on the island green and beautiful

With the morn again

Hope is born again

Free

We shall be free live and be free

Free

Free