If life is a river and your heart is a boat
And just like a water baby, born to float
And if life is a wild wind that blows way on high
And your heart is amelia dying to fly,
Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes.
And if life is bar room in which we must wait
'Round the man with his fingers on the ivory gates.
Where we sing until dawn of our fears and our fates,
And we stack all the dead men in self addressed crates,
In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark,
That somehow this black night,
Feels warmer for the spark,
Warmer for the spark,
To hold us 'til the day,
When fear will lose it's grip,
And heaven has it's way
Heaven know no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes.
If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails
And your heart is a slave to man's whips and man's jails
Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right
And your heart is a pure flame of man's constant night
In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark,
That somehow this black night,
Feels warmer for the spark,
Warmer for the spark,
To hold us 'til the day,
When fear will lose its grip,
And heaven has its way
And heaven has its way
When all will harmonise,
And know what's in our hearts
The dream will realise
Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes.
Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes
And just like a water baby, born to float
And if life is a wild wind that blows way on high
And your heart is amelia dying to fly,
Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes.
And if life is bar room in which we must wait
'Round the man with his fingers on the ivory gates.
Where we sing until dawn of our fears and our fates,
And we stack all the dead men in self addressed crates,
In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark,
That somehow this black night,
Feels warmer for the spark,
Warmer for the spark,
To hold us 'til the day,
When fear will lose it's grip,
And heaven has it's way
Heaven know no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes.
If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails
And your heart is a slave to man's whips and man's jails
Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right
And your heart is a pure flame of man's constant night
In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark,
That somehow this black night,
Feels warmer for the spark,
Warmer for the spark,
To hold us 'til the day,
When fear will lose its grip,
And heaven has its way
And heaven has its way
When all will harmonise,
And know what's in our hearts
The dream will realise
Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes.
Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes