To The Top Of The Hill

(album: Spirit Of The Anzacs - 2015)

Early dawn, the Dardanelles
Johnny Turk won't know what hit him
Drop the ladders down the side
Thirty men to every lifeboat

Silence shattered, rifle crack
And hell breaks loose with spiteful flashes
Easy targets, hit the beach
And run like hell through blood and water

And it's heads down lads, there's shrapnel flying
To the left and right, men are dying
And there's no retreat, no standing still
Onwards boys to the top of the hill

Run for cover, drop your kit
Under scrub fix bayonet
Trench by trench, and hand to hand
Up Scrubby Knoll and Chunuk Bair

And it's heads down lads, there's shrapnel flying
To the left and right, men are dying
And there's no retreat, no standing still
Onwards boys to the top of the hill

Some have stood, and some have fallen
Some are lying, torn and bleeding
And for us who still remain
We'll show their loss was not in vain

And it's heads down lads, there's shrapnel flying
To the left and right, men are dying
And there's no retreat, no standing still
And it's heads down lads, there's shrapnel flying
To the left and right, men are dying
And there's no retreat, no standing still
Onwards boys to the top of the hill
Onwards boys to the top of the hill

Whoa oh oh oh, whoa oh oh oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh oh-oh
Whoa oh oh oh, whoa oh oh oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh oh-oh