White Chalk (Winter?)

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 youWhite chalk stands against time

White chalk cutting down the sea at Lyme

I walk families by the Cerne

On a path cut fifteen hundred years agoAnd I know

These chalk hills will rot my bonesDorset's 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

Songwriters

HARVEY, POLLY JEANPublished by

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