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