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Cora (Latin Quarter)

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 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 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