If life is a river and your heart is a boat
And just like a water baby, 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 Iīve seen heaven in your eyes
And if life is a bar room in which we must wait
īRound 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 ītil the day
When fear will lose its grip
And heaven has its ways
Heaven knows no frontiers
And Iīve seen heaven in your eyes
If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails
And your spiritīs a slave to manīs whips and manīs jails
Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right
And your heart is a pure flame of manīs 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 ītil the day when fear will lose its grip
And heaven has its ways
And heaven has its ways
When all will harmonise
And you know whatīs in our hearts
The dream will realise
Heaven knows no frontiers
And Iīve seen heaven in your eyes
Heaven knows no frontiers
And Iīve seen heaven in your eyes
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