Forever on the search for quiet spaces in vibrant Newtown, I encounter the solace of the local graveyard at sunset. There, in the context of a fictional romantic scene, we find freedom under the stars, in the arms of a huge Moreton Bay fig. ‘Into Eternity’ is a simple folk song returning to the theme of love and freedom.
Into Eternity
St Stephen’s at sunset, a walk through the churchyard
Find a quiet corner among the old graves
Think of those shipwrecks with no one surviving
A rusted iron anchor the only thing saved
Find a quiet corner among the old graves
Think of those shipwrecks with no one surviving
A rusted iron anchor the only thing saved
Into the twilight a clear voice is moving
A shock of bright hair, a silvery smile
A spindle of a tin man with a parlour guitar
Strapped to his back, travelling style
A shock of bright hair, a silvery smile
A spindle of a tin man with a parlour guitar
Strapped to his back, travelling style
And the stars burst and the strings break
A heart stirs and our nerves quake
We all just want to feel free
So tonight we breathe into eternity
A heart stirs and our nerves quake
We all just want to feel free
So tonight we breathe into eternity
It’s so quiet here in the middle of town
Shadows of tombstones grow all around me
In the fading light, so quiet tonight
Shadows of tombstones grow all around me
In the fading light, so quiet tonight
Nestled in the arms of a Moreton Bay cradle
We sing till the stars come shining
He cries for love, I yearn for freedom
To cut all the ties that bind me
We sing till the stars come shining
He cries for love, I yearn for freedom
To cut all the ties that bind me
And the stars burst and the strings break
My heart stirs and our nerves quake
We all just want to feel free
So tonight we gaze into eternity
My heart stirs and our nerves quake
We all just want to feel free
So tonight we gaze into eternity