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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