D
Twelve hundred miles its length and breadth
A D
the four square city stands
A D
it's gem set walls of jasper shine, not made with human hands.
G D G D
One hundred miles its gates are wide, abundant entrance there,
G D A D
with fifty miles of elbow room, on either side to spare.
D
When the gates swing wide on the other side,
G D
just beyond the sunset sea,
there'll be room to spare as we enter there,
A
room for you and room for me.
D
For the gates are wide on the other side,
G D
where the flowers ever bloom,
G D A D
on the right hand, on the left hand, fifty miles of elbow room.
D
Sometimes I'm cramped and crowded here,
A D
and long for elbow room,
A D
I want to reach for altitude where fairer flowers bloom.
G D G D
It won't be long till I shall pass into that city fair,
G D A D
with fifty miles of elbow room on either side to spare.
