Here are the liner notes from Jon Lord's CD explaining how Frida's song came about.

A Home Movie: Scene 1. Frida and I meet in Zermatt, Switzerland. Late 1999. Soon after that she and my wife and I become firm friends. Somewhere later along the way, after hearing "Pictured Within" I think, she asks if I'd consider writing a song for her sometime. Within about 45 seconds of happily stammering yes, I have far too many ideas, and not enough focus, and as a result, over the next many months, I search and discard, and probably rip up a small forest's worth of manuscript paper. Some good ideas; just no focus. Fade to black.

Scene 2. We move to a dull cold morning in January of this year. After a couple of hours of "one of those days" - staring at an empty page of paper - I stomp out of my music room and into the kitchen for caffeine and comfort. My wife provides the coffee and one of her smiles and in spite of that devastating combination, I stare moodily, and I'm sorry to say, a tad self-pityingly, at the greyness outside, and grumble about the muse having fled and all that sort of nonsense. She tells me firmly to not-be-so-ridiculous-for-heavens-sake-cheer-up-its-not-the-end-off-the-world-you-know-and-tomorrows-another-day. Hmmm Suddenly: focus. A few minutes later, a title. One hour later, a melody. Fade to bright white.

Scene 3. Early February. I make a demo -just piano and sampled strings- at Mario Argandona's Studio in Cologne, and fly to Switzerland the next day to play it to Frida. Happily she likes it, and the title. We both know what the song is about, indeed what it absolutely _has_ to be about. Now I need someone to lyricise those feeling for us.

Scene 4. A phone call to my friend Sam Brown and she, too, seems absolutely sure of what "The Sun Will Shine Again" will say.

Scene 5. A few weeks later these wonderful words arrive at my home by fax. Frida is there. My wife reads the words aloud. We all mist over.

Scene 6. A few more weeks later and, at The Hansa Haus studio in Bonn, this wonderful vocal performance arrives. Thee glass _is_ half full, even though, sometimes, it might be with tears. Thanks be to God, and to my wife for optimism, to Sam for the poetry and to Frida for lending her lovely voice to the thoughts. Fade to happiness.

There are the lyrics and a nice pic of Frida and Jon together...

Thanks to ABBAMAILer George Bourdaniotis, Kobe Japan