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