AWA

Reunion Hill

0
0
  • 5:07
AWAで聴く

歌詞

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 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 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 our love in view

このページをシェア

Richard Shindellの人気曲

Richard Shindellのアルバム

Richard Shindell
の他の曲も聴いてみよう
AWAで他の曲を聴く
はじめての方限定
1か月無料トライアル実施中!
登録なしですぐに聴ける
アプリでもっと快適に音楽を楽しもう
ダウンロード
フル再生
時間制限なし