A song so full of sadness that when understood in its totality it drives one to utter despair.
The vanished innocence of wonder. The gardens of nostalgia, the backyards of childhood friends, the need to believe in eternity so as not be driven, like the narrator of the final lines of The Great Gatsby, into an idealized past:
"And one fine morning ---- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
When I hear this song I am grateful to God for delivering me from the futility of this sin-cursed world.
A song so full of sadness that when understood in its totality it drives one to utter despair. The vanished innocence of wonder. The gardens of nostalgia, the backyards of childhood friends, the need to believe in eternity so as not be driven, like the narrator of the final lines of The Great Gatsby, into an idealized past:
"And one fine morning ---- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
When I hear this song I am grateful to God for delivering me from the futility of this sin-cursed world.