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.