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 frontieres and i've seen heaven in your eyes.
And if life is a 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 ddressed 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 ways.
Heaven knows no frontiers and i"ve seen heaven in your eyes.
If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails, and your spirits a slave to man's whips and man'e jails.
Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right.
And your heart is a pure flame of man's constantt 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 it's grip, and heaven has it's ways.
Heaven knows no frontiers and i've seen heaven in your eyes.
Heaven knows no frontiers, and i've seen heaven in your eyes.
Heaven knows no frontiers, and i've seen heaven in your eyes.