[Verse 1] Twelvehundred miles, its length and breadth That foursquare city stands Its gemset walls of jasper shine Theyre not made by human hands Onehundred miles, its 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 Therell be room to spare as we enter there Therell be room for you and room for me [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Sometimes Im cramped and Im crowded here And I long for elbow room Now I long to reach for altitude Where the fairest flowers bloom It wont be long before I pass Into that city fair With fifty miles of elbow room On either side to spare [Chorus]
elbow, room, mile, spare, fifty