The Vineyard
Words and music by Tom May, copyright June 2016
©Blue Vignette Music, ASCAP

1. I live in a vineyard, on a south facing slope
surrounded by grapevines, irrigated by hope
that the sun will look kindly, the rains gently fall
that summer's not to cold, but the nighttimes are cool

2. from the time they are grafted, take root in the soil
they need pruning, careful attention and toil
that the fruit may be sweet, the flavor complex
as they blend into a vino you will never forget

bridge: like our children and friends the grapes thrive and they grow
with generations of kindness, to ripen them slow
but the vineyard is fragile, making fruit only so fine
as the soil and the sun can turn into red wine

3. Through the decades the vineyard grows up and does change
like lovers who leave, when vintage bottles are drained
but greet the strangers you welcome, as they wait at your door
with a fine glass of pinot, from the harvest before

4. Now the cities are grand, with their glamour and style
the restaurants and bright lights entertain for awhile
but give me the vista from these Oregon hills
when sun sets in the vineyard, and my glass is refilled

repeat bridge

5. Now I am older, I've traveled so far away
nothing left for me to do, but wait for yesterday
so I rock on my porch, in the cool evening shade
and drink the fruit of the vine, from this life I have made

repeat bridge

6. I live in a vineyard, on a south facing slope
surrounded by grapevines, irrigated by hope
that the sun will look kindly, and the rains gently fall
that summer's not to cold, but the nighttimes are cool.......

I rock on my porch, in the cool evening shade
drink the fruit of the vine, from the life I have made.......