If it is the one Monique mentions here is a translation, as remembered though probably from the same lessons:

When hope springs in my heart anew,
And winter flies far, far away,
Beneath the skies of our dear France,
The quiet sun makes perfect day,
When spring returns with bursting leaf,
And swallows greet each radiant dawn, (morn?)
'tis the my heart shall long for home,
Away in Normandy, where I was born.

Oh beauteous sights of other lands,
Swiss valleys fair, and mountains blue,
Italian skies and gondolas,
Their beauty rare I turn to view,
But though I love to see them all,
And rove sweet meadows green with corn,
Yet still my heart will long for home,
Away in Normandy, where I was born.

I think we only got the two verses