[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Bridge]
And I know these chalk hills will rot my bones

[Verse 3]
Dorset’s cliffs meet at the sea
Where I walked, our unborn child in me
White chalk, gorse-scattered land
Scratch my palms – there’s blood on my hands