Lyrics
Upon a hill where the sunlight fell
I chose the finest ground
I cleared the stones with patient hands
And turned the earth around
I planted vines of the choicest kind
Built a tower strong and high
Carved a press within the rock
And watched the seasons pass me by
The rain came down
The sun arose
Everything needed
For life to grow
I gave you rain
I gave you sun
I gave you shelter from the storm
I gave you roots
A place to belong
A vineyard safe and warm
Sweet fruit was the promise
Yet wild grapes were grown
O vineyard of my love
Why will you not come home
The branches climbed
The leaves grew green
The hillside looked alive
But when the harvest season came
No good fruit could I find
The sweetness I had waited for
Was nowhere on the vine
The gifts I gave were all received
Yet none were turned divine
The walls stood firm
The watchman stayed
Still the vineyard wandered
From the path I’d made
I gave you rain
I gave you sun
I gave you shelter from the storm
I gave you roots
A place to belong
A vineyard safe and warm
Sweet fruit was the promise
Yet wild grapes were grown
O vineyard of my love
Why will you not come home
House upon house
Field upon field
Never enough to satisfy
Darkness named light
Pride dressed as wisdom
Truth pushed quietly aside
The hungry cried
The judges slept
The mighty bought their way
And still the vineyard wondered why
The harvest slipped away
What more could I have given
What more could I have done
I gave you living water
The moon and stars and sun
I built the tower
I marked the rows
My care was fully shown
O vineyard of my love
Why will you not come home
The hill remains
The gate stands wide
The Keeper still is waiting
The vines can live
The roots run deep
The Keeper still is waiting
Come home…
Come home…
Come home…