Oh what a beautiful city
Oh what a beautiful city
Oh what a beautiful city
There's twelve gates to the city
Three gates in the east
Three gates in the west
Three gates in the south
And three gates in the north
That makes twelve gates to the city
Who are those children all dressed in red
Must be the children poor people left
They going to heaven and they're going to shout
Ain't nobody never gonna take us out
There is twelve gates to the city
If you see my mother
And if it doesn't bother
Do a favor for her and me
Meet together in Galilee
Well, there is twelve gates to the city