G  D  Am  C  G  D  C D G

[Verse]
        D       Am      C       G
Must've been in late September
            D         Em D  C     G
When last I climbed Reunion Hill
      D        Am     C        G
Fell asleep on Indian Boulder
          D       C    D   G     D
Dreamed a dream I will not tell

[Verse]
                   C        G     D
I came home as the sun went down
                 C       D       G
One eye trained upon the ground
     D     Am         C       G
Even now I find their things
         D         C  D   G     D
Glasses, coins and golden rings

[Instrumental]
G  D  Am  C  G  D  Em D C
G  D  Am  C  G  D  C D G

[Verse]
               D          Am     C     G
It's ten years since that ragged army
        D           Em     D  C     G
Limped across these fields of mine
          D        Am        C       G
Gave them bread, I gave them brandy
        D     C    D    G     D
Most of all I gave them time

[Verse]
                        C     G     D
My well is deep and the water pure
                       C        D      G
The streams are fed by mountain lakes
              D       Am     C        G
I cleaned the brow of many a soldier
        D      C  D      G     Am
Dowsing for my husband's face

[Verse]
                  C       D     Am
I wont forget our sad farewell
                 C          D     Bm
And how I ran to climb that hill
                 C                 Am
To see him walk across the valley
                Em  D     G
And disappear into... the trees

[Instrumental]
G  D  Am  C  G  D  Em D C
G  D  Am  C  G  D  C D G

[Verse]
            D    Am     C     G
Alone there in a sea of blue
           D     Em D C     G
It circles every afternoon
         D       Am          C    G
A single hawk in god's great sky
        D         C     D   G     Am
Looking down with god's own eyes

[Verse]
                 C     D     Am
It soars above Reunion Hill
                      C      D      Bm
And I pray he spirals higher still
                   C         Am
As if from such an altitude
                       Em  D      G
He might just keep our love... in view

[Instrumental]
G  D  Am  C  G  D  Em D C
G  D  Am  C  G  D  C D G
G  D  Am  C  G  D  Em D C
G  D  Am  C  G  D  C D G

[Outro]
        D       Am      C       G
Must've been in late September
            D         C D   G
When last I climbed Reunion Hill