Fifty Miles of Elbow Room

Twelve hundred miles, its length and breadth
that four-square city stands
It's gem-set walls of jasper shine
not made with human hands
One hundred miles its gates are wide
abundant entrance there
With fifty miles of elbow room
on either side to spare

Chorus
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 room

Sometimes I'm cramped and I'm crowded here
and long for elbow room
I long to reach for altitude
where fair flowers bloom
It won't be long till I shall pass
into that city fair
With fifty miles of elbow room
on either side to spare