| Song | No Frontiers |
| Artist | Mary Black |
| Album | Looking Back |
| Download | 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 | |
| Then your heart is amelia dying to fly | |
| Heaven knows no frontiers | |
| 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 deadmen 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 its grip | |
| And heaven has its way | |
| 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 spirit's a slave to man's whips and man's jails | |
| Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right | |
| Then 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 |
| 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 | |
| Then your heart is amelia dying to fly | |
| Heaven knows no frontiers | |
| 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 deadmen 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 its grip | |
| And heaven has its way | |
| 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 spirit' s a slave to man' s whips and man' s jails | |
| Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right | |
| Then 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 |
| 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 | |
| Then your heart is amelia dying to fly | |
| Heaven knows no frontiers | |
| 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 deadmen 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 its grip | |
| And heaven has its way | |
| 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 spirit' s a slave to man' s whips and man' s jails | |
| Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right | |
| Then 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 |