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It's a snow-wind |
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She's felt it blow for sixty years or more. |
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Cora and the snow-wind |
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Like the row-lock and the oar |
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Cutting through these icy waters |
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To find shelter and perfection and the shore. |
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Cora's lived a kind of life |
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From downstairs maid to miner's wife |
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Making sure she shined a floor |
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In Surrey homes before the war |
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She feels that snow-wind blowing. |
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She's not sure where we're going anymore. |
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For years past 1926 |
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They dug the hill-sides out with picks |
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While still behind the iron gate |
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Those winding-wheels she'd come to hate |
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She feels that snow-wind blowing. |
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She thinks we might be getting there too late. |
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It's a snow-wind |
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It blows so hard it cuts her to the bones. |
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Cora and the snow-wind |
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A women's life is not her own |
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As she dives in icy waters |
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To find passion and survival, all alone. |
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Cora and the sisterhood |
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Less sisters now in Prims. |
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And it doesn't sound the same |
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Without the voices for the hymns. |
