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 
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 

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 

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