As the title suggests, this is Lorraine's follow up to the splendid Heart of Mine. The cast isn’t so obviously ‘starry’, no Liane Carrol or Ian Shaw here, while Martin doesn’t take a lead role, although she adds sparkling harmonies and is on production duty again.

Yet the music is all the more telling because this spirited clan of vocalists very much serve the compositions. Our attention is on the words and music, rather than the performer. Martin's role was probably crucial here and there may be echoes in her relationship with Lorraine of her work with Richard Rodney Bennett.

Like Rodney Bennett, Lorraine lives in many musical worlds. His background is principally classical (he worked closely with Harrison Birtwhistle) but he's of a generation that soaked up The Beatles, Joni, Brel, Bacharach and Legrand by osmosis. He can deliver wicked witty wordplay such as ‘He Said, She Said’ delivered here with relish by Irene Serra, but you can imagine another Ross, Annie, also winking her way through this.

But Lorraine can also write the simplest of songs that mainline the most soul stirring emotions. ‘Sleep My Darling’ is the most charmful of lullabies, sung subtly yet with power by Christine Tobin. ‘Finding Our Feet’, about a toddler and older man out for a walk could topple into schmaltz, but again Tobin's delivery (and Iles’ ‘less is more’ piano) lifts us up even as the sun sinks down.

And coming later to the art of song than many, you can feel how each word is extra charged with meaning for Lorraine. An album to play, play and play again. It will grow richer for you with each listen.