Do They Call to You?

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