A father’s hope for his daughter

Those of us lucky enough to have given away their daughters on their big day, will know what I mean by “A father’s hope for his daughter”. We heard their first cry and now, on this their big day, we give them away to their husbands. We hope that they live happily ever after.

The moment we walk them down the aisle, for me, was beautiful beyond words. I wanted to compose an aria, articulating what my daughter meant to me. Attached is an extract of an Aria sung beautifully by Soprano Rebecca Lea, which was played as I gave my daughter Ayesha away

The lyrics were taken from Emily Dickinson’s lovely poem, “Hope is a thing with feathers”

Hope is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

The aria is very special to me. I am sure there are other fathers out there that may wish for an Aria to be composed for their daughter and played/performed as they gave them away. This is a service I would be more than willing to offer for a fee.