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