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