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
How 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