Here is a song for the Wineskins based on these lyrics from Tom Paxton. You can get the tune here.
They are like children sitting in the market-place and calling to one another,
“We played the flute for you, and you did not dance;
we wailed, and you did not weep.”
Chorus:
A new skin of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me beat my drum?
Leave me alone, let me go home
I wanna run my very own fiefdom.
Verse 1:
Ramblin' around Sacramento town,
Cryin' 'bout Louisville's crimes.
Lib'rals are tough they ain't got enough
Of the judgin' Jesus on their minds.
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2:
My little church, lost in the lurch
Follows me wherever I shine.
You are too gay! P-C-U-S-A!
So let's stitch up a new skin for wine.
Repeat Chorus
Verse 3:
Pain in my head, heretics in my bed
Call me Moses that'll be fine.
I've got my people, and I want the steeple
To be filled with the EPC wine.
Repeat Chorus
Verse 4:
A teacher will teach, a preacher must preach
That old fundamentalist line.
It sounds kinda odd, but I know that God
Is only in my new skin of wine.
Repeat Chorus
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