White Chalk

White chalk hills are all I've known

White chalk hills will rot my bones

White chalk sticking to my shoes

White chalk playing as a child with you

Oooh ooh ooooh

Oooh ooh ooooh

White chalk stands against time

White chalk cutting down the sea at night

I walk the valleys by the surf

On a path cut fifteen hundred years ago

And I know these chalk hills will rot my

Bones

Dorset's cliffs meet at the sea

Where I walked our unborn child in me

White chalk, poor scattered land

Scratch my palms

There's blood on my hands