In the deserts of Morocco, stands our N.H.S.
We have come from far off places in the East and West.
In our travels when we wander, we will hope to find,
Friends as true and friends as loyal as we've left behind.
And for our old Alma Mater, we will ever cheer.
Echoes loud will keep on ringing, clearly year by year.
As the years go slowly onward memories will not die,
We'll remember French Morocco and our Nouasseur High.
"Ca va" we say to all you Frenchmen, "Slama" Arabs too,
When we all are old and gray, we'll remember you.
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where'd you find this? I only went to 1st grade in Morocco. We didn't learn this song in my class.
work your way through http://www.nouasseur.com/
you don't have to join, just click through items of interest.
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