Twelve hundred miles it's length and breadth that Four square city stands It's gem set walls of Jasper shine not made with human hands One hundred miles it's gates are wide in that great city fair 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 flowers ever bloom On the right hand on the left hand fifty miles of elbow room
That four square city I shall see when dawn will fall in time Sometimes it seems I almost hear the bells of glory chime This will be mine when I shall pass into that city fair With fifty miles of elbow room on either side to spare
