G                 Em
If you had a vineyard on a fruitful hill
                     C                             G    D
And you fenced it and cleared it of all stones until
   G                                     Em
You planted it with the choicest of vine
                                                  C
And you even built a tower and a press to make wine
                                                     G
And you looked that it would bring 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                            Em
For the vineyard of the lord of hosts
                       C
Is the house of Israel

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

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

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