When hope her cheering smile supplies
And winter flies far, far away
Beneath dear France thy beauteous skies
When spring becomes more sweet and gay,
And nature’s dressed again in green,
The swallow that return is seen.
I love again my beauteous land to see,
The land that gave me, gave me birth,
My Normandy

That’s what I remember, bearing in mind it was 60 years ago! Hope this helps