If You Had A Vineyard

                G                 
If you had a vineyard on a fruitful 
Em
hill
                     C             
And you fenced it and cleared it of
                G    D
 all stones until
   G                               
You planted it with the choicest of
      Em
 vine
And you even built a tower and a 
                 C
press to make wine
And you looked that it would bring 
                  G
forth sweet grapes
                     D
And it gave only wild grapes
               G
What would you say Jerusalem and 
Judah
                Em        C
You be the judges I pray
                           G
Between me and my vineyard
                  D
This is what God says
     G                           Em
What more could I have done in it
                       C
That I did not do in it
                                G
Why when I ask it for sweetness
                D
It brings only bitterness
         G                     
For the vineyard of the lord of 
       Em
hosts
                       C
Is the house of Israel

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And the men of Judah
             G     D
His pleasant plant
   G                               
And he looks for justice but 
        Em
beholds oppression
And he hopes for equality but hears 
    C
a cry
                    G
Jerusalem and Judah
                D
This is God's reply
   G
Sadness will come
                             Em
To those who build house to house
And lay field to field 'til there's 
 C
room
For none but you to dwell in the 
G
land
    D
Oh, in the land
    G
And sadness will come to those who 
call evil good
  Em
And good evil, who present darkness 
as light
    C
And light as darkness, who present 
as sweetness
         G                D
Only the things which are bitterness
        G                      
For the vineyard of the lord of 
       Em
hosts
                     C
Is the house of Israel
And the men of Judah his pleasant 
G
plant
            D            G
Oh, oh his pleasant plant
Oh, that my eyes were a fountain of 
  Em
tears
                           C
That I might weep for my poor people
                  G    D
(for my poor people)
  G                        
For every boot stamped with 
        Em
fierceness
                                C
For every cloak rolled in blood
                    G
Jerusalem and Judah
                   D
I'd cry if I could

             G                     
Oh, that my eyes were a fountain of
  Em
 tears
              C                    
That I might weep for my poor 
 G   D
people

             G                     
Oh, that my eyes were a fountain of
  Em
 tears
              C                    
That I might weep for my poor 
 G   D  G
people