Song of the Day - 12th January

Todays' Song of the Day is in honour of all the girls out there who are turning 18. Becoming an adult is a tough, scary time. Yes, you're legally an adult and can do all sorts of things you couldn't do yesterday, but does it really feel that way? Don't you still need a more adultier adult to help and support at times?

It's important to understand that it's OK to feel that way. No one expects you to suddenly have all the answers and be able to do everything. You'll probably find that that feeling will stay with you for a long time, and may never actually go away. 

One of the most important things to learn about being an adult in this world is that we all still need each other. It's OK to ask for help, support and advice from people who you trust.

And it always will be!

Happy birthday!

Today's Song of the Day is a setting of Lennox Amott's poem "Stanzas Addressed to a Lady Coming of Age." Lennox Amott was a musician as well as a poet. He was a Doctor of Music and an organist at of St John's church in Spalding, then of St Mary's church in Torquay. I like to think he would like this calm and simple setting.

Get the music for this song for free - find out how here.

Stanzas Addressed To A Lady Coming Of Age.

By Lennox Amott

There are moments we can look to, we can cherish in the past,

As the fleeting days that numbered them are dwindling to their last,

Like the roses in the autumn that are severed from their stem,

Like the dew-bespangled petals when we sit and sigh for them.

There were sweetnesses unrivalled in those halcyon days of truth,

Yet fairy hopes are budding in the sunset glow of youth,

When like the cloudlets o'er the far horizon of the sea,

Each fringed with sheeny splendour, are the days of infancy.

Yet there are days and moments for enjoyment on before,

Tho' the golden skies of youth shall never smile upon us more,

When the brow of early womanhood looks forth to pleasures new,

And sweeter, lovelier visions are unfolding to the view.

O take the gift and when though look'st upon it let it be

A token of the wishes, of the hopes I have for thee,

A silent language which can speak when Friendship's voice is dumb,

A small yet dear remembrancer in years that are to come.