heaven knows no frontiers

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

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

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

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

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 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

-the corrs-

Life is intrinsic with fear. When you lose the feeling, you die. Heaven has no boundary once you die. The person they sing of is warm and full of excitement, and gives us a feeling that anything is possible. 
Yes, heaven knows no frontiers. Somehow I have found my heaven in his eyes. And you can find bliss in those eyes. But if it’s only my heaven, am I selfish? Can I consider it as OUR bliss? Well, I guess only heaven knows..