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 families by the surf / On a path cut 1500 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.

polly jean harvey