It's a snow-wind
She's felt It blow for sixty years and more
Cora and the snow-wind
Like the row-lock and the oar
Cutting through these icy waters
To find shelter and perfectlon and the shore

Cora's lived a kind of llfe
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 thot snow-wind blowing
She thinks we mlghty be getting there too late

It's a snow-wind
It blows so hard it cuts her to the bone
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

Coro and the sisterhood
Less sisters now in Prims
And it doesn't sound the same
Without the voices for the hymns