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