songs to my daughter

Subject: song to my daughter
From: loadedmom
Date: 17 May 03 - 09:00 PM

I am looking for a song to download and play, any artist, any genre of music, at my daughters high school graduation party - something about her growing up, or something about a mother and a daughter, or my little girl, or how proud i am, or something like that -- any ideas??

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: GUEST,Clint Keller
Date: 17 May 03 - 09:06 PM

All I can think of is "Turn Around," and it always makes me sad. That & "Sunrise, Sunset."

There's " Whistle, Daughter, Whistle," but that may be too far in the otheer direction....

clint

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: Amos
Date: 18 May 03 - 12:54 AM

You could recite "Prayer for my Daughter " (by WB Yeats) without fear of contradiction, I am sure.

Once more the storm is howing, and half hid
Under this cradle hood and cover lid
My child sleeps on....

at which point memory staggers and reels.


A

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: Lane
Date: 18 May 03 - 02:17 AM

The Circle Game, Joni Mitchell. Hands down

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: GUEST,Clint Keller
Date: 18 May 03 - 02:18 AM

Subject: Lyr Add: A PRAYER FOR MY DAUGHTER (W B Yeats)
From: GUEST,Clint Keller
Date: 18 May 03 - 02:20 AM

Here y'are

A PRAYER FOR MY DAUGHTER
William Butler Yeats

Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory's wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind,
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;
And for an hour I have walked and prayed
Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.

I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
And under the arches of the bridge, and scream
In the elms above the flooded stream;
Imagining in excited reverie
That the future years had come,
Dancing to a frenzied drum,
Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.

May she be granted beauty and yet not
Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught,
Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,
Being made beautiful overmuch,
Consider beauty a sufficient end,
Lose natural kindness and maybe
The heart-revealing intimacy
That chooses right, and never find a friend.

Helen being chosen found life flat and dull
And later had much trouble from a fool,
While that great Queen, that rose out of the spray,
Being fatherless could have her way
Yet chose a bandy-leggèd smith for man.
It's certain that fine women eat
A crazy salad with their meat
Whereby the Horn of Plenty is undone.

In courtesy I'd have her chiefly learned;
Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned
By those that are not entirely beautiful;
Yet many, that have played the fool
For beauty's very self, has charm made wise,
And many a poor man that has roved,
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.

May she become a flourishing hidden tree
That all her thoughts may like the linnet be,
And have no business but dispensing round
Their magnanimities of sound,
Nor but in merriment begin a chase,
Nor but in merriment a quarrel.
O may she live like some green laurel
Rooted in one dear perpetual place.

My mind, because the minds that I have loved,
The sort of beauty that I have approved,
Prosper but little, has dried up of late,
Yet knows that to be choked with hate
May well be of all evil chances chief.
If there's no hatred in a mind
Assault and battery of the wind
Can never tear the linnet from the leaf.

An intellectual hatred is the worst,
So let her think opinions are accursed.
Have I not seen the loveliest woman born
Out of the mouth of Plenty's horn,
Because of her opinionated mind
Barter that horn and every good
By quiet natures understood
For an old bellows full of angry wind?

Considering that, all hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence
And learns at last that it is self-delighting,
Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,
And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will;
She can, though every face should scowl
And every windy quarter howl
Or every bellows burst, be happy still.

And may her bridegroom bring her to a house
Where all's accustomed, ceremonious;
For arrogance and hatred are the wares
Peddled in the thoroughfares.
How but in custom and in ceremony
Are innocence and beauty born?
Ceremony's a name for the rich horn,
And custom for the spreading laurel tree.

clint

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: Felipa
Date: 18 May 03 - 08:27 AM

I would also suggest Circle Game, with gender changed
Little Girl Child would be suitable if it weren't for those very words; maybe you could adapt it

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From:
Date: 18 May 03 - 09:21 AM

There's Ode to a Sleeping Beauty. I can't remember the singer.

Subject: Lyr Add: SONG FOR JESSIE (Sharon Fountain)
From: Sooz
Date: 18 May 03 - 09:57 AM

SONG FOR JESSIE by Sharon Fountain is lovely:


With your grown up garb and your page bobbed hair
You're looking like a woman and it scares me
Think how the years are slipping away
I'll sing you a song to commemorate the day
You began to look like a woman to me
Out of the child it is plain to see
All the things that you might possibly fear
In the future not far from the now and here

You are the battle I almost fought
You are the poem I almost wrote
You are the war I've almost won
Now you're a song I've almost sung

When you're young the world is a fine old place
Protective arms and friendly faces
Kill the dragons shoo the gremlins away
Try to give you a better day
But the time is coming thick and fast
When you will stand alone at last
And the dragons will bang on your own back door
And the gremins'll come back drooling for more.

So don't you come to me with a band upon your finger
Complaining I never warned you of this
Beware of the monsters and gremlins and dragons
Hidden behind a young man's kiss
But for now you're a vision of beauty and faith
In all things wonderful and safe
And I kick myself for thinking this way
Surely tomorrow hides a better day

Because you're young you're strong you're an open page
Not wrestling dragons of a bygone age
And you fight with your mouth and not with your fists
And you'll not be fooled by a young man's kiss

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: Amos
Date: 18 May 03 - 11:51 AM

Thanks, Clint -- it still grabs me.


A

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: open mike
Date: 18 May 03 - 01:27 PM

i would vote for Dylan's Forever Young

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: MairSea
Date: 19 May 03 - 09:08 AM

Try contacting Maria Howells at the following address:

[e-mail]

or through www.wildestwish.com

She has a beautiful song for her daughter. She sang it at the Winchester Folk Festival on Sunday afternoon. She may be able to help you.

Love and Peace

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From:
Date: 19 May 03 - 10:07 AM

To A Sleeping Beauty
Written by L. Markes

Dear Daughter,

I tiptoed in your room tonight and I looked down at you smiling in your sleep. You were so lovely my heart nearly broke; and I thought how much like Sleeping Beauty a little girl is. When I tuck you in at night I never know how old you'll be when you wake.

One evening you crawl on your dad's lap and throw your arms around his neck, the next morning you might be much too grown up for that sort of thing. You're so quickly approaching the awkward age, too young to drive the car and yet too old to be carried in the house half asleep on daddy's shoulder.

I have a secret that I've never told you, Sleeping Beauty, you're going on a very exciting trip. You'll travel from yesterday all the way to tomorrow. It's a rapid journey and you'll travel light, leaving behind you - measles, mumps, freckles, bumps, bubble gum and me.

I promise not to feel too hurt when you discover that the world is more important than your daddy's lap. Yesterday you were blue jeans and pig tails, the neighborhood's best tree climber. Tomorrow you'll have pony tails and you'll view the world from a loftier perch - a pair of high heel shoes.

Yesterday you could mend a doll's broken leg with a hug; tomorrow you'll be able to break a young man's heart with a kiss. Humh! Humh! Yesterday you could get lost one aisle away from me at a supermarket - now I have to worry about losing you down another aisle to some strange young man. You see, just at the point where your growing pains stop, mine begins.

Yesterday you were kind of a pain in the neck when you were around, tomorrow you'll be an ache in my heart when you're not. Tomorrow you'll lay aside your jump rope and tie up the telephone lines and that little boy that used to push you in the mud; well, he'll fight to sit out a dance with you.

The clock is counting the minutes for you and the sky upstairs is saving its brightest stars; and the sun is waiting with its shiniest day. Oh I, I can't expect you to live in a doll house forever. Sooner or later, the butterfly sheds its cocoon and the smallest bird must try its wings. But when you grow up and out of my arms; when you finally get too big for my shirts, I'll still recall how you used to scatter dust and dolls through every room in the house; but you spread sunshine too. The dust is settled, your mom picked up the dolls; but the sunshine will always fill the corners of our hearts.

So, here I am talking in your sleep, because, well if you saw this look on my face, you'd laugh and if I spoke with this lump in my throat, I'd cry. Yea! Honey, when I looked at you tonight you were a Sleeping Beauty. So, I tip-toed over and I kissed you - you didn't wake up, I knew you wouldn't. According to the legend only the handsome young prince can open your eyes and I'm just the father of the future bride. So you sleep on pretty thing, tomorrow you'll wake and you'll be a young lady and you won't even realize that you've changed courses in the middle of a dream. But you might notice a little change in me; I'll look a little different somehow. A little sadder, a little wiser, but a whole lot richer. Tonight, I kissed a princess and I feel like a king.

Love, Dad

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Recorded by Jimmy Dean

Subject: ADD: Charlie Is a Funny Kid
From: Raggytash
Date: 19 May 03 - 10:13 AM

You will have to change the gender but I used to sing for my son

Charlie is a funny kid or so the neighbours say
you will never find him where the other children
for Charlei is a solitary kind of little boy
and the flowers are his play things and the earth his only toy.

By the flickering television stands an empty chair
there's an all star show tonight but Charlie doesn't care
for in the misty meadow were the moon beams glow
Charlies watching the flowers grow.

I'm at work at the moment and theres two more verses If you want the rest let me know

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: JennyO
Date: 19 May 03 - 10:18 AM

George Seto, that one "To a sleeping beauty" is lovely. A friend of mine, Warren (Arch) Bishop does a beautiful job reciting it.

Jenny

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: fsharpdim7
Date: 19 May 03 - 12:25 PM

Maura O'Connell - "Feet of a Dancer"

Chris

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: running.hare
Date: 19 May 03 - 03:25 PM

Raggytash I for one would love to read the rest of that.

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From:
Date: 19 May 03 - 04:44 PM

JennyO, yes, one of my favourite recitations.

Subject: Lyr Add: CHARLIE IN THE MEADOW (John Conolly)
From: Sooz
Date: 20 May 03 - 02:55 PM

CHARLIE IN THE MEADOW
John Conolly

"Charlie is a funny kid" you'll hear the neighbours say
And you will never find him where the other children play
For Charlie is a solitary kind of little boy
The flowers are his playmates and the Earth his only toy
        By the flickering television stands a vacant chair
There's an all star show tonight but Charlie doesn't care
In the misty meadow where the daisies blow
Charlie is watching the flowers grow

Charlie watches life go by and dreams a sunny dream
Of field mice in the meadow and tadpoles in the stream
He listens for the cuckoos chime and hears the blackbird's song
And Charlie has a feeling that they won't be with us long
By the flickering television stands a vacant chair
There's an all star show tonight but Charlie doesn't care
In the misty meadow by the moonlights glow
Charlie is watching the flowers grow

Charlie's kingdom vanishes a little every day
The countryside is shrinking and the mice have moved away
Trees and flowers disappear before the hand of man
And Charlie wants to see them all and touch them while he can
By the flickering television stands a vacant chair
There's an all star show tonight but Charlie doesn't care
In the misty meadow where the stars hang low
Charlie is watching the flowers grow

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: Raggytash
Date: 20 May 03 - 03:54 PM

Thanks Sooz thats just saved me a job ! Lovely song, never did know before who penned it

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: GUEST,Sooz(at work)
Date: 21 May 03 - 07:42 AM

I think John was inspired by an autistic boy in the seventies. Lovely song

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: Raggytash
Date: 21 May 03 - 07:52 AM

Sooz are you going to be in Whitby this weekend, there's a few of us meeting up

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: Dan Schatz
Date: 21 May 03 - 11:20 PM

Different Shoes, from Maine, has recorded a beautiful lullabye for a teenager - it's on their "One Size Feets All" album and I think it's called "Apple of My Eye."

Godo luck!

Dan

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: Benjamin
Date: 22 May 03 - 12:24 AM

Just out of curriosity, did you choose one yet loadedmom?

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: Abuwood
Date: 22 May 03 - 03:39 AM

I like this one by Small
Everything Possible by Small

We've cleared up the table leftover saved
Washed the dishes and put them away
I've told you a story, tucked you in tight
At the end of your knockabout day
As the moon sets her sails to carry you to sleep
Over the midnight sea
I will sing you a song no- one sang to me
may it keep you good company

You can be anybody you want to be you can love whoever you will
You can travel any county that your heart leads
and know that I will love you still
You can live by yourself you can gather friends around
You can choose one special one
But the only measure of your words and your deeds
will be the love you leave behind when you're done

There's are girls who grow up strong and bold
There are boys quiet and kind
Some race on ahead some follow behind some go in their own way and time
Some women love women some men love love men
Some raise children some never do
You can dream all the days never reaching the end
Of everything that's possible for you.
CHORUS
Don't be rattled by names, by taunts by games but seek out spirits true
If you give your friends the best part of yourself
They'll give the same back to you
CHORUS


If you need a tape or CD PM me.

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From:
Date: 01 Oct 03 - 10:17 AM

hows it going love the lyrics have you worked out the music ?
tony

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: Alaska Mike
Date: 01 Oct 03 - 10:30 AM

Here's one I wrote for my daughter, when she graduated high school and was getting ready to go off to college.

I Hate To See You Go

Oh the leaves they are a turning and the weather's getting cold,
There was ice upon the car window today.
And the radio reported that the rain might turn to snow,
And the geese are heading southward on their way.
Oh, I think about this summer and all the fun we had,
Playing music at the festivals and shows.
And though I know its time for you to get out on your own,
Tracy, I sure hate to see you go.

When you were just a baby and I held you in my arms,
I marveled at the way your brown hair curled.
You would grab my finger with your tiny, little hand,
And I was the proudest daddy in the world.
It seems like only yesterday when you were just a girl,
And there were so many things you didn't know.
And now you're off to college and I am prouder still,
But Tracy, I sure hate to see you go.

    But go, and see what you must see,
    And so, become the woman you must be.

Like a little sparrow when it finally learns to fly,
The time has come to leave the nest so warm.
But you know your always welcome back whenever you decide,
Just to visit or to shelter from the storm.
So whenever you are happy, or feeling sad and blue,
Or when the northern winds begin to blow.
Just call me on the telephone and let me hear from you,
Cause Tracy, I sure hate to see you go.
Oh Tracy, I sure hate to see you go.

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: katlaughing
Date: 02 Oct 03 - 12:45 AM

Alaska Mike, thanks for sharing, that is beautiful!

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: open mike
Date: 02 Oct 03 - 02:33 AM

like they say:
roots and wings,
roots and wings.

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: jaze
Date: 02 Oct 03 - 07:45 PM

Song For Juli--Jesse Colin Young

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: Andrez
Date: 16 Nov 16 - 04:53 AM

Every now and then I ask myself 'whats the point of me at all'? At times like this I think about my daughter who is blossoming into the special person we always knew she was and I stop that silly line of thinking and just get on with things knowing that by hook or by crook I managed to avoid repeating some of the most painful experiences of my own childhood parenting and still become a half decent dad and knowing that in a relatively few years I'll probably have the joy of a grandchild or even two and the agony and the ecstasy of watching life repeat itself all over again until my time in the cycle comes to a timely end.

I'd love to hear if there are any new 'songs' or poems out there loving or honouring our children out there since this thread last appeared.

Cheers,

Andrez

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: GUEST,DTM
Date: 16 Nov 16 - 07:50 AM

Letting Go -Suzy Bogguss
Tangled Up Puppet - Harry Chapin

These are maybe a tad too serious for what you're after.

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: Andrez
Date: 16 Nov 16 - 02:58 PM

Letting go seems relevant DTM. An you post some lyrics?

Cheers,

Andrez

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: GUEST,DTM
Date: 16 Nov 16 - 03:08 PM

I got this from the internet...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLyGae5mYoo

LETTING GO
Written by Leslie Bricusse, Frank N. Wildhorn •

She'll take the painting in the hallway,         
The one she did in jr. high
And that old lamp up in the attic,
She'll need some light to study by.
She's had 18 years to get ready for this day
She should be past the tears, she cries some anyway
Oh oh letting go
There's nothing in the way now,
Oh letting go, there's room enough to fly
And even though, she's spent her whole life waiting,
It's never easy letting go.
Mother sits down at the table
So many things she'd like to do
Spend more time out in the garden
Now she can get those books read too.
She's had 18 years to get ready for this day
She should be past the tears, she cries some anyway.
Oh oh letting go
There's nothing in the way now,
Oh letting go, there's room enough to fly
And even though, she's spent her whole life waiting,
It's never easy letting go.
Oh oh letting go
There's nothing in the way now,
Oh letting go, there's room enough to fly
And even though, she's spent her whole life waiting,
It's never easy letting go.

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: Andrez
Date: 16 Nov 16 - 04:17 PM

Thank you so much DTM, that pretty much hits the nail on the head. My daughter is a couple of years older and will finish postgrad Uni in a couple of years but the signs of change are there as she gets out and starts creating her own life, one that naturally wont include much of us at least for a few years…… we'll miss her every day even as we go about our 'new' child free lives…. that makes the time we have left even more special!

Cheers,

Andrez

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: GUEST,DTM
Date: 16 Nov 16 - 08:59 PM

Glad to help, Andrez. Good luck with the letting go. :-)

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: GUEST,Julia L
Date: 16 Nov 16 - 11:05 PM

I heard JOhn Doyle's song "Little Sparrow" the other night. Perhaps that would work for you

J

Subject: RE: song to my daughter
From: Andrez
Date: 17 Nov 16 - 01:09 AM

Many thanks for your kind thoughts DTM. I'm sure I'm not the only person who is or has gone through this process. I'm not familiar with John Doyle, could you post some lyrics or a link for Little Sparrow Julia? The title alone has interesting connotations.

Cheers,

Andrez

Subject: RE: songs to my daughter
From: GUEST
Date: 28 Mar 25 - 02:08 PM

Hi,
back in 2003 you posted about a song that started "Charlie is a funny kid, or so the neighbours say" and mention you know the other two verses.

My grandfather used to sing this to me, a long time ago and I've been searching for the words to this for a long time - if you still know them, would you be able to send them across?

Many thanks,

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