And I know
White chalk, poor scattered land
These chalk hills will rot my bones

Where I walked our unborn child in me
White chalk cutting down the sea at night
Dorset's cliffs meet at the sea
White chalk stands against time
White chalk playing as a child with you

On a path cut 1500 years ago
White chalk sticking to my shoes
I walk families by the surf
Scratched my palms, there's blood on my hands