Ub40 - Strange Fruit Lyrics
Southern trees bear a strange fruitBlood on the leaves and blood at the rootBlack bodies swinging in the southern breezeStrange fruit hanging from the poplar treesPastoral scene of the gallant southThe bulging eyes and the twisted mouthScent of magnolia sweet and freshThen the sudden smell of burning flesh.Here is a fruit for the crow to pluckFor the rain to wither, for the wind to suckFor the sun to rot, for the trees to dropHere is a strange and bitter crop.