Twelve-hundred miles, it's length and breadth   That four-square city stands   It's gem-set walls of jasper shine   They're not made by human hands      One-hundred miles, it's gates are wide   Abundant entrance there   With fifty miles of elbow room   On either side to spare      When the gates swing wide on the other side   Just beyond the sunset sea   There'll be room to spare as we enter there   There'll be room for you and room for me      For the gates are wide on the other side   Where the fairest flowers bloom   On the right hand and on the left hand   Fifty miles of elbow room      Sometimes I'm cramped and I'm crowded here   And I long for elbow room   Now I long to reach for altitude   Where the fairest flowers bloom      It won't be long before I pass   Into that city fair   With fifty miles of elbow room   On either side to spare      Oh, when the gates swing wide on the other side   Just beyond the sunset sea   There'll be room to spare as we enter there   There'll be room for you and room for me      Oh, for the gates are wide on the other side   Where the fairest flowers bloom   On the right hand and on the left hand   Fifty miles of elbow room