Latin Quarter - Cora lyrics

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 pa**ion 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.