I stood here as a boy
When the world was young
And my song unsung
This chalk runs through my veins
And that beach below
Will not let me go
Where sea meets moonlit land
Hear the grating roar
Of my life before
The cliffs of England stand
I hold out my hand
I hold out my hand...
Don't go too near the edge
It's a long white fall
To escape it all
The waves draw back and fling
And the storm begins
And the ghosts rush in
To this long line of spray
I return today
I kneel down and pray
I climbed up here to see
If the wind takes me
To my destiny
Here on this darkling plain
I'll face the hurricane...