Ride to Agadir

They rode in the morning, Casablanca to the west
On the Atlas Mountain foothills leading down to Marrakech
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, they were sharpening the blades
They were riding to act 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
Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir
Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir
They could wait no more
In the burning sands on the ride to Agadir
(Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir)
Like the dogs of war
For the future of this land on the ride to Agadir
(Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir)
Though they were waiting 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 godforsaken lives
We were going to relieve them of their godforsaken lives
They could wait no more
In the burning sands on the ride to Agadir
(Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir)
Like the dogs of war
For the future of this land on the ride to Agadir
(Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir)
They rode in the morning, Casablanca to the west
On the Atlas Mountain foothills leading down to Marrakech
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