Reunion Hill
Joan Baez · Other Songs - Joan Baez
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
Reunion Hill
Joan Baez's 'Reunion Hill' stands as a poignant testament to her enduring commitment to folk storytelling and social consciousness. Recorded during a pivotal era for the singer-songwriter, the track exemplifies her signature blend of acoustic intimacy and political urgency. Baez's voice, characterized by its clear, unadorned delivery, carries the weight of narratives addressing community and reconciliation. The song reflects her broader body of work, which often interweaves traditional American folk structures with contemporary themes of justice and human connection. As a key component of her discography, 'Reunion Hill' captures the spirit of a musician who used her platform to amplify voices marginalized by systemic inequality, cementing her legacy as a vital figure in the folk revival.