Testo di 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