My Mother had the vynil album back in the 1960s and somehow I ended up with it shortly after. It has long disappeared and I remember that it was a gentle album of ballads with some wonderful arrangements. I hadn't heard it for many years but the melodies lingered on and I made this purchase knowing that listening to it again would transport me back to a different age when there were tunesmiths who knew how to create melody. This purchase is not only nostalgia run wild but also the opportunity to listen to an album which even so many years after its original release has lost none of its appeal. Timeless, indeed.