Letras: Iris Dement. Fifty Miles of Elbow Room.

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
Now 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