Pamela´s love of flowers. "Daffodils" William Wordsworth. I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o´ér vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out did the sparkling waves in glee A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed and gazed but little thought What wealth the show to me had bought. For oft when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude, And then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils Christopher (Kim)

The track with the following lyrics as well as most of the album ‘Song of Seven’ was referred to by Pamela as “Skiing Music” It has been chosen as departure music for the service on 19th May ‘Take Your Time’ - Jon Anderson Rushing here and there, I'm told to slow down Just relax, take your time, don't move so fast, so fast Tempers in the air, I'm told to slow down, ease back By the fire, feel free, feel free People pushing by and why I don't mind, take my time, there's no raace Life is fine, life is fine Come and take my hand and we'll be in a dream Just relax, there's no rush, take your time Take your time Worry's on your mind, always try to find happiness Looking everywhere, life is but a care Love will come always to you Rushing here and there, I'm told To slow down, just relax, take your time, don't move so fast Tempers in the air, I'm told to slow down Ease back by the fire, feel free, feel free People pushing by and why I don't mind, take my time, there's no race Life is fine, life is fine Come and take my hand and we'll be in a dream Just relax, there's no rush, take your time Take your time

Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;
to His feet thy tribute bring;
ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
who like thee His praise should sing?
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise the everlasting King.

 Praise Him for His grace and favour
to our fathers in distress;
Praise Him still the same for ever,
slow to chide, and swift to bless.
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Glorious in His faithfulness.

 Father-like He tends and spares us;
well our feeble frame He knows;
In His hands He gently bears us,
rescues us from all our foes.
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Widely as His mercy flows.

 Angels, help us to adore Him;
ye behold Him face to face;
sun and moon, bow down before Him;
dwellers all in time and space.
Praise Him! Praise Him! Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise with us the God of grace.