Fifty Miles of Elbow Room

Twelve hundred miles, its length and breadth
that 5 four-square city 1 stands
It's gem-set walls of jasper shine
not 5 made with human 1 hands
One 4 hundred miles its 1 gates are wide
a 4 bundant entrance 1 there
With 4 fifty miles of 1 elbow room
on either 5 side to 1 spare

Chorus
When the gates swing wide on the other side
just be- 4 yond the sunset 1 sea
There'll be room to spare as we enter there
room for you and 5 room for me
For the 1 gates are wide on the other side
where the 4 flowers ever 1 bloom
On the 4 right hand, on the 1 left hand
fifty miles of 5 elbow 1 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