The Vine

Come be a part of the leaves of the vine,

Drink of our music and swallow our wine.

God’s in the bottle, so pass it around,

And drink of the magic we’ve found.

 

The vine is the music, the vine is the word,

It needs to be drunk and it needs to be heard,

So hold up your fingers and feel it move through you,

Come up here and join us and let it renew you!

 

This is our groove, Drink of it.

This is our music spilled out for you!

Reach out your left hand and your right hand,

        and join with your brothers and your sisters.

Like the vine which is our name, our words will twine

around your arms and legs and bear fruit in your hearts!

 

When we’ve departed and when we must go,

The vine will continue to flourish and grow,

Its fruits in your mind and its roots in your heart,

The music and loving will start.

 

The vine is the music, the vine is the word,

It needs to be drunk and it needs to be heard,

So hold up your fingers and feel it move through you,

Come up here and join us and let it renew you!

I wrote this back in the sixties, when I was a part of a hippy band named the Vine. OK, it was actually a LARP where I played a hippy band poet, but I wrote this in character.