歌曲 | No Frontiers |
歌手 | Mary Black |
专辑 | No Frontiers |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : MacCarthy | |
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 I've seen heaven in your eyes | |
[CAROLINE:] | |
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 addressed crates | |
[BOTH:] | |
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 ways | |
Heaven knows no frontiers | |
And I've seen heaven in your eyes | |
[SHARON:] | |
If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails | |
And your spirit's a slave to man's whips and man's jails | |
[CAROLINE:] | |
Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right | |
And your heart is a pure flame of man's constant night | |
[BOTH:] | |
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 ways | |
And heaven has its ways | |
When all will harmonise | |
And you 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 |
zuo ci : MacCarthy | |
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 I' ve seen heaven in your eyes | |
CAROLINE: | |
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 addressed crates | |
BOTH: | |
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 ways | |
Heaven knows no frontiers | |
And I' ve seen heaven in your eyes | |
SHARON: | |
If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails | |
And your spirit' s a slave to man' s whips and man' s jails | |
CAROLINE: | |
Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right | |
And your heart is a pure flame of man' s constant night | |
BOTH: | |
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 ways | |
And heaven has its ways | |
When all will harmonise | |
And you 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 |
zuò cí : MacCarthy | |
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 I' ve seen heaven in your eyes | |
CAROLINE: | |
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 addressed crates | |
BOTH: | |
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 ways | |
Heaven knows no frontiers | |
And I' ve seen heaven in your eyes | |
SHARON: | |
If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails | |
And your spirit' s a slave to man' s whips and man' s jails | |
CAROLINE: | |
Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right | |
And your heart is a pure flame of man' s constant night | |
BOTH: | |
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 ways | |
And heaven has its ways | |
When all will harmonise | |
And you 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 |