How bridal thy beauty, O dear California; + 

How lovely and fragrant, how rich and how rare! + 

Like a virgin arrayed for the day of her wedding. + 

Thy face is aglow and thy garments are fair! + 

With snow on thy mountains. + 

With gold in thy fountains. + 

Green fields at thy feet, orange bloom in thy hair. + 

Thou greetest the Sun as thy lover and bride-groom⁠— + 

No land that he looks on with thee can compare. + 

Thy pines of the north are majestic in measure. + 

Thy palms of the south are a joy to the sight, + 

Thy wheatfields and orchards are fertile in treasure, + 

Thy stars are like gems on the forehead of night. + 

Thy children adore thee, + 

Thy God watches o’er thee. + 

To bless thee and keep thee and guide thee aright. + 

Be great in thy labor and glad in thy pleasure, + 

O dear California, our pride and delight! + 