Wild Ones

Now will I sing to my beloved A song about His vineyard Planted on a fertile hill He cleared it of stones Planted the choicest vine Built a tower in the middle Carved out a vat for wine He expected good grapes But got only worthless ones! "What more was there to do? That I have not done? Why when I expected good, Did it produce wild ones?" "Now I'll tell you what I'll do I'll take away the hedge And it will be consumed. I'll break down its walls I'll lay it waste, it won't be pruned The ground won't be hoed Both Briars and thorns shall grow" He expected good grapes, But got only worthless ones! "What more was there to do? That I have not done? Why when I expected good, Did it produce wild ones?" "What more was there to do? That I have not done? Why when I expected good, Did it produce wild ones?"