From the midst of southern Oregon to the border of old Mexico, Rio, Colorado to the wide Pacific
shore.
From the coast of Mendocino through San Francisco Bay, to the majesty of Big Sur down past Monterey.
Roland, California, the republic is wide and high, you're my final destination, I will
be here when I die.
From the streets of San Diego on up the Mission Trail, follow ancient footsteps where words
and faith prevail.
From Shatson through the gold fields, Tahoe to Death Valley, where the hills of California
are always home to me.
Roland, California, the republic is wide and high, you're my final destination, I will
be here when I die.
Well, the lonesome mountain pine in the high Sierra range, Cascades down Yosemite to the
mighty San Joaquin.
From the mountains to the desert, from Nevada to the sea, well, the hills of California
are always home to me.
Roland, California, the republic is wide and high, you're my final destination, I will be
here when I die, I will be here when I die.
I will be here when I die, I will be here when I die, I will be here when I die, I will
be here when I die, I will be here when I die, I will be here when I die.
I will be here when I die, I will be here when I die, I will be here when I die, I will be
here when I die.
I will be here when I die, I will be here when I die, I will be here when I die, I will be
here when I die.
Roland, California, the republic is wide and high, you're my final destination, I will
be here when I die.
Roland, California, the republic is wide and high, you're my final destination, I will
be here when I die, I will be here when I die.