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

White chalk south against time
White chalk cutting down the sea at Lyme
I walk the valleys by the Cerne
On a path cut fifteen hundred years ago

And I know, these chalk hills will rot my bones

Dorsets cliffs meet at the sea
Where I walked, our unborn child in me
White chalk, gorse-scattered land
Scratched my palms, there's blood on my hands