Twelve hundred miles its length and breadth
Before it's where fifty stands
It's gin ? set walls of jasper shine
Not made with human hands
One hundred miles its gates are wide
Abundance 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
   Room for you and room for me
   For the gates are wide on the other side
   Where the flowers ever bloom
   On the right hand on the left hand
   Fifty miles of elbow of elbow room

Sometimes I'm cramped and crowded here
And long for elbow room
I want to reach for altitude
Where fair flowers bloom
It wont be long til I shall pass
Into that city fair
With fifty miles of elbow room
On either side to spare