SINGER: Richard Shindell

SONG:Reunion Hill

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
It's ten years since that ragged army
limped across these fields of mine
i gave them bread, i gave them brandy
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
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

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

he soars above reunion hill
i pray he spiral higher still
as if from such an altitude
he might just keep my love in view
Must've been in late september
when last i climbed reunion hill