Cheerful Voices: The Song of the Vineyard
Cheerful Voices by Kathryn Rose My truelove had a vineyard upon a hill so high, He dug the ground and planted the best that you can buy, He hollowed out a winepress and built a wall and tower; At harvest-time he gathered but every grape was sour. Now find the guilty party, you masters of the law; My truelove in his vineyard could not have laboured more. A vineyard so ungrateful with grapes so...