On the Atlas mountain foothills
leading down to Marrakesh.
For Mohammed and Morocco,
we had taken up our guns,
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,
we were sharpening the blaze.
upon the promise we had made.
With the fist and the dagger,
with the rifle and the lance,
We will suffer no intrusion
from the infidels of France.
We will suffer no intrusion
from the infidels of France.
For the future of this land
Though they were waiting,
and they were fifty -two out ten
They were easily outnumbered
by a smaller force of men
As the darkness was falling,
they were soon to realize
We were go ing to relieve them
We were going to relieve them
of their God -forsaken lives
of the right to act indeed
for the fu ture of this land,
on the right track indeed.
On the At las mountain foothills
leaning down to Marrakech
For the ashes of our fathers
and the children of our sons
For the ashes of our fathers
and the children of our sons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah