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 Navarone
There is another isle as beautiful
Where the laurel once bloomed,
Here on this island known as Kheros
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 Navarone 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 nitro glycerine,
Nitro glycerine 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-tock, swiftly tick the hands of doom,
Ev'rything reckoned,
Time to the second -
Contact!
Spark and a boom and flames are going up,
Guns are blowing up
Thru the thundering roar
Steam the men of war.
Yas-su, God speed to the gallant men, mission accomplished,
Farewell my friends,
And so the legend ends.
Yas-su, toll the bells of Navarone,
Safe be your journey,
Fair wind attends you. Yas-su. Yas-su.
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!