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 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
Scratched my palms There's blood on my hands.
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