À beira-mar plantada

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 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,
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 way,
And heaven has its way,
When all will harmonise,
And know what's its 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