Richard Shindell Nora Lyrics

Nora Lyrics

New York has been buried in snow since last Saturday 

The papers said the storm had passed over you 



Thank you for the play you wrote about Heloise 

And her injury at the hand of an almighty memory 



And I might have guessed you'd press 

A rose in the pages 

Where Abelard confesses 

His love and his pain 

To her lips 



And Nora, it was no sin 

They could turn the other cheek 

And take it on the chin 

But Nora, it was no sin 



So Christmas was as blue for you as it was for me 

All those angels trumpeting their ecstasy 



Your husband has accepted the parish in Greenland 

I met him drowning his vows at the bar 



And there we raised 

The first and the next 

And a third glass to you 

Hunched on our bar-stools 

Calling our truce 

By your name 



And Nora, there is no sin 

We can turn the other cheek 

And take it on the chin 



But Nora, there is no sin 

Nora, there is no sin 

Nora, there is no sin