Mary Black, No Frontiers (1989)
^{Key: :[B] (w: Jimmy McCarthy)}

VERSE 1:
[Badd9] [D#m7] [G#7sus4] If life is a [C#] river, [G#7sus4] and your heart is a [C#] boat
[F#] And just [F#/F] like a [D#m] water baby, baby [B] born to [C#] float
[G#7sus4] And if life is a [C#] wild wind that [G#7sus4] blows way on [C#] high
[F#] And your [F#/F] heart is A-[D#m]-melia [B] dying to [C#] fly

CHORUS:
[B] Heaven [C#] knows [A#m7] no fron-[D#]-tiers
[B] And I've seen [C#] heaven in your [Badd9] eyes [D#m7] [G#7sus4]

VERSE 2:
And if life is a [C#] bar room, in [G#7sus4] which we must [C#] wait
[F#] Round the [F#/F] man with his [D#m] fingers on the [B] ivory [C#] gates
[G#7sus4] Where we sing until [C#] dawn, of our [G#7sus4] fears and our [C#] fates
[F#] And we [F#/F] stack all the [D#m] dead men in [B] self addressed [C#] crates

BRIDGE:
In your [F#] eyes, faint as the singing of a [C#] lark
That [A#m] somehow this black [D#m] night
Feels warmer for the [B] spark, warmer for the [F#] spark
To hold us 'til the [C#] day, when [A#m] fear will lose its [D#m] grip
And heaven has its [B] ways

REPEAT CHORUS:

INSTRUMENTAL: [Badd9] [C#] [A#m7] [D#] / [B] [C#]

VERSE 3:
If your life is a [C#] rough bed, of [G#7sus4] brambles and [C#] nails
[F#] And your [F#/F] spirit's a [D#m] slave to man's [B] whips and man's [C#] jails
[G#7sus4] Where you thirst and you [C#] hunger for [G#7sus4] justice and [C#] right
[F#] And your [F#/F] heart is a [D#m] pure flame of [B] man's constant [C#] night

REPEAT BRIDGE: