Intro Verse Must've been in late September When last I climbed Reunion Hill I fell asleep on Indian Boulder And 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 Instrumental Verse It's ten years since that ragged army Limped across these fields of mine I gave them bread, I gave them brandy But most of all I gave them time My well is deep, the water pure The streams are fed by mountain lakes I cleaned the brow of many a soldier Dousing for my husband's face Bridge I won't forget our sad farewell And how I ran to climb that hill Just to watch him walk across the valley And disappear into the trees Instrumental Verse Along 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 He soars above Reunion Hill I pray he spiral higher still As if from such an altitude He might just keep our love in view Instrumental Outro Must've been in late September When last I climbed Reunion Hill

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