Am C G Dm White chalk hills are all I've known Am C G Dm White chalk hills will rot my bones Am C G Dm White chalk sticking to my shoes Am C G F 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 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 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm C Dm F G |