(O'Connor) 



If you had a vineyard 

On a fruitful hill 

And you fenced it and cleared it 

Of all stones yountil 

You planted it 

With the choicest of vine 

And you even built a tower 

And a press to make wine 

And you looked that it would bring forth sweet grapes 

And it gave only wild grapes 

What would you say 

Jerusalem and judah 

You be the judges I pray 

Between me and my vineyard 

This is what God says 



What more could I have done in it 

That I did not do in it 

Why when I ask it for sweetness 

It brings only bitterness 



For the vineyard of the lord of hosts 

Is the house of israel 

And the men of judah 

His pleasant plant 



And he looks for justice but beholds oppression 

And he hopes for equality but hears a cry 

Jerusalem and Judah 

This is god's reply 



Sadness will come 

To those who build house to house 

And lay field to field 'til there's room 

For none but you to dwell in the land 

Oh in the land 



And sadness will come 

To those who call evil good 

And good evil who present 

Darkness as light 

And light as darkness 

Who present as sweetness 

Only the things which are bitterness 



For the vineyard of the lord of hosts 

Is the house of israel 

And the men of Judah his pleasant plant 

Oh oh his pleasant plant 



Oh that my eyes were a fountain of tears 

That I might weep for my poor people 



For every boot stamped with fierceness 

For every cloak rolled in blood 

Jerusalem and Judah 

I'd cry if I could