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