Do They Call to You? Lyrics

I've seen you before in a dream I had a long long time ago

I thought it was Aberdeen but it must've been cold, lonely, Cullowhee

And I can't seem to breathe, in a place where the dark is abundantly close

Sing to me, next to me, I miss our sweet, sweet home

Serpentine, spring, I felt the wind

It's part of me, the cut along your chin

Those fields of poppies, do they call to you

Those ochre brown hills, do they call to you

There's a hatch there in the room I recall from fading memory

I thought it was a real bad dream but it must've been a holy call to me

Not sure if I believe in the god of my grandfather down on his knee

But I see his light in me, heat rising from its gentle ambling

In the August heat, I run the county line

Because I really need, to kill the cold decline

Those fields of poppies, do they call to you

Those ochre brown hills, do they call to you

Those fields of poppies, do they call to you

Those ochre brown hills, do they call to you

Baby time don't pass the same I hear it fall and call my name