Alma Mater
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.

---Lyrics by Barbara Barrett '55
and Judy Schnackenberg '56

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