The song Reunion Hill is performed by Richard Shindell in the album named Reunion Hill in the year 1997 .
Mustve 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
Gla*ses, coins, and golden rings
Its 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 husbands face
I wont 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 Gods great sky
Looking down with Gods 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
Richard Shindell - Reunion Hill
- The Next Best Western
- Smiling
- May
- I Saw My Youth Today
- Reunion Hill
- Beyond The Iron Gate
- Darkness, Darkness
- Money For Floods
- Easy Street
- The Weather
- I'll Be Here In The Morning/Sing Me Back Home