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