Apparently, in the early days of white colonial Australia, some backblocks communities, lacking a priest or pastor to officiate marriages, held a ceremony where the bride and groom went to a stream accompanied by those who would witness their vows. Each held a rock; their other hands were bound together. They then took turns to throw their rock into the stream and promise to be faithful for all the time it took the rock to float…
Who knows if it’s water or stone
makes the sound?
Who knows if it’s your hand or mine
that is bound?
Who can tell if the cruel world will empty
out our love?
Not while this stone’s at the bottom
with water above.