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