Lyrics:

Mine eyes see the glory of the coming of the Bear;
He is trampling down the cliff face where our guns and missiles blare;
He hath set the pegs and hooks of his death, deft and cunning snare:
Two heads are marching on.

Glory, glory, to California!
Glory, glory, to California!
Glory, glory, to California!
Two heads are marching on.

I have seen him in the watch towers of a hundred Ranger posts,
His eyes glow red, his helm burnt black, his gun we trust the most;
He will sound his righteous sentence from the mountains to the coast:
Two heads are marching on.

Glory, glory, to California!
Glory, glory, to California!
Glory, glory, to California!
Two heads are marching on.

I have armed a fiery rifle long with varnished stock and barrel:
"An answer to you who dared to tread in a hollow leadwrapped carol";
Let the Trooper, Ranger, courier, caravan, hear this valley tremble,
Two heads are marching on.

Glory, glory, to California!
Glory, glory, to California!
Glory, glory, to California!
The Bear is marching on.

Through bombs and flames and rads and rains we never shall retreat;
Our faces bronzed, hair slick with sweat, our hearts shall always beat;
Oh, be bold, be true, to honor him, that we may take his seat!
The Bear is marching on.

Glory, glory, to California!
Glory, glory, to California!
Glory, glory, to California!
Our Bear is marching on.

Through the vicious wastes and winds we had ascended from the vaults;
Though our eyes were bright, the land was ripe, both were not without our faults;
As we've died on barren soil, let us die on paved asphalts:
While the Bear is marching on.

Glory, glory, to California!
Glory, glory, to California!
Glory, glory, to California!
Our Bear is marching on.

Lyrics written by me. Audio was generated using Suno AI.