On the Atlas Mountain foothills
For the ashes of our fathers and
the children of our sons.
For the ashes of our fathers
and the children of our sons.
In the dry winds of summer
They were sharpening the blades.
They were riding to act upon the
With the fist and the dagger
With the rifle and the lance
We will suffer no intrusion from
We will suffer no intrusion from
Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir.
Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir.
Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir.
For the future of this land
Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir.
And they were fifty to our ten
They were easily outnumbered
by a smaller force of men.
As the darkness was falling
They were soon to realize
We were going to relieve them of
their God- Forsaken lives.
We were going to relieve them of
their God- Forsaken lives.
Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir.
For the future of this land
Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir.
On the Atlas Mountain foothills leading
For the ashes of our fathers and
the children of our sons.
For the ashes of our fathers and the chil