Cora - Latin Quarter

It’s a snow-wind

She’s felt it blow for sixty years or more

Cora and the snow-wind

Like the row-lock and the oar

Cutting through these icy waters

To find shelter and perfection and the shore

Cora’s lived a kind of life

From downstairs maid to miner’s wife

Making sure she shined a floor

In Surrey homes before the war

She feels that snow-wind blowing

She’s not sure where we’re going anymore

For years past 1926

They dug the hill-sides out with picks

While still behind the iron gate

Those winding-wheels she’d come to hate

She feels that snow-wind blowing

She thinks we might be getting there too late

It’s a snow-wind

It blows so hard it cuts her to the bones

Cora and the snow-wind

A women’s life is not her own

As she dives in icy waters

To find passion and survival, all alone

Cora and the sisterhood

Less sisters now in Prims

And it doesn’t sound the same

Without the voices for the hymns