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