by Wilfred Owen 

Move him into the sun 
Gently its touch awoke him once, 
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow. 
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know. 

Think how it wakes the seeds
Woke once the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall? 
O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?



If you're broken and weary
And over it all 
I'll be there right by your side
If you should stumble and fall 

If the road that you travel should be winding and long
Come with me and I'll carry you home in my loving arms 

Hold up to the light 
Don't say goodbye 
Oh these tears I cry 
We knew it was right 
Oh the love inside 
Oh the rising tide 
Lifts me loving you here tonight 

If you're left here to suffer 
The wreck and the fall 
Take my hand and I'll give you my heart
You can have it all 

Hold up to the light 
Don't say goodbye 
Oh these tears I cry 
We knew it was right 
Oh the love inside 
Oh the rising tide 
Lifts me loving you here tonight 

Yes I see the sun is shining down on you
Shining down for us to see 
Yes I see a brighter day is coming for you soon
Shining down for us to see


Pair with... 


All that glitters is not gold 

30ml Zubrowka vodka or apple-flflavoured vodka 
30ml Goldschlager 

Fill shaker with ice and liqueurs and shake vigorously.
Strain into a martini glass and garnish with a sliver of apple skin. 

Serve with a hug and a back-handed compliment.


Track Notes 

Drums – Jeff Asselin 
Bass – Mark Decho 
Piano/Hammond organ – Rod Fotheringham 
Tambourine – Bruce Cawdron 
Guitar/vocals – Greg Paul Stone 
Backing vocals – Anouk Michelle Grégoire/Bethan Nodwell 

I once had a friend who was going through some really heavy problems, and I did what I could, but ultimately there was a limit to how effective my help could be. In fact, everyone involved felt helpless. I was troubled by the whole situation, particularly everyone's inability to help each other. 

I decided to write about it. 

I wanted to offer a song to those who need to hear that they are loved, who need to hear that they are supported, who need to hear that a brighter day is coming soon and they will again find their place in the sun. 

Every day might be a windfall or a windstorm. Let there be love. 

Out of character for me, the guitar solo was written in the studio. I knew I wanted to imply the melody, but beyond that I didn't know what I was going to play. I just knew that I wanted a big harmonised guitar sound. The lead voice came together in the space of an hour or so, but the lower harmony took a bit longer.

Good arranging practice dictates that, when harmonising a melody, the harmony line should follow both the harmonic movement—follow the chords—and be a pleasing melody of its own. Merging these two goals was tricky but, with Jason's excellent ear and feedback, the arrangement eventually came together. 

There are three lead guitars stacked up on the recording: the top note is the original line; the middle note is a lower harmony; the bottom note of the stack is the original line down an octave to reinforce the melody. I'm quite pleased with how it turned out.


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