Floods of Fear is a 1959 British thriller film directed by Charles Crichton and starring Howard Keel, Anne Heywood and Harry H. Corbett. Its plot is about a convict framed for murder who escapes during a flood and aids a woman in distress.
Howard Keel recalled the filming in his autobiography Only Make Believe: My Life in Show Business: "All the flood scenes were filmed on one of the large stages at Pinewood Studios. The water had to be both dirty and cold, and it was. They couldn't heat it for fear it might get rancid. That was another tough picture. Anne Heywood never once protested about the water. [Charles] Crichton, who had a great sense of humor, had directed some very funny pictures. Cyril Cusack and I were good friends. We had a little contest over Anne. He was a real cutie, as well as a hell of an actor, but I won out."
There's no-one watching over me tonight and I'm afraid to turn out the lights,
If I close my eyes, it'll all go away and I don't wanna see it end this way.
There was a time when truth and trust meant so much more to each of us
And all the dreams that once we had have seen the sun and left us feeling bad
Now the changing of the guard has left us feeling so damn hard
I'll keep my business, but I'm a little bit afraid
Through the years one thing hasn't changed
Yeah, yeah, yeah-hey
I would run through fields of fire,
I would crawl on broken glass,
Just to swin in your sea of devotion, just to have a second chance
That's all I ask
Now feeling good is not good enough, I know they've changed but not that much
Midnight time has left us feeling beaten up, I never was one who needs to give enough
I ain't a hero who gets the girl, but if I had my chance to save the world
I won't blow it now, I guess I'll understand
This boy becoming a man
Yeah, yeah, yeah-hey
I would run through fields of fire,
I would crawl on broken glass,
Just to swim in your sea of devotion, just to have a second chance
That's all I ask
Well, look at your hands if you hear what I said.
Can you count on your fingers each of your real friends
I know that I'm lucky, I know I'm right.
Fingerst turn into fists, we're here to take on the night.
That's right
Now I'm staring at an open door, we've had a lot and I want much more
You can keep all the money, and the streets that's painted gold
If someone gives me back my soul
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-hey
I would run through fields of fire,
I would crawl on broken glass
Just to swim in your sea of devotion, just to have a second chance
I would run through fields of fire,
I would run through fields of fire
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, I would run
All the way back home, I would run,