Reunion Hill Songtext
von Joan Baez
Reunion Hill Songtext
Must have 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
My 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 my love in view
Must have been in late September
When last I climbed Reunion Hill
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
My 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 my love in view
Must have been in late September
When last I climbed Reunion Hill
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