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.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.