Nora

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