Reunion Hill

Must've been in late September

When last I climbed Reunion Hill

Fell asleep on Indian Boulder

Dreamed a dream I will not tell

I came home as the sun went down

One eye trained upon the ground

Even now I find their things

Glasses, coins and golden rings

It's ten years since that ragged army

Limped across these fields of mine

Gave them bread, I gave them brandy

Most of all I gave them time

My well is deep and the water pure

The streams are fed by mountain lakes

I cleaned the brow of many a soldier

Dowsing for my husband's face

I won't forget our sad farewell

And how I ran to climb that hill

To see him walk across the valley

And disappear into... the trees

Alone there in a sea of blue

It circles every afternoon

A single hawk in god's great sky

Looking down with god's own eyes

It soars above Reunion Hill

And I pray he spirals higher still

As if from such an altitude

He might just keep our love... in view

Must've been in late September

When last I climbed Reunion Hill