Ub40 — Strange Fruit ryrics

Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Brood on the reaves and brood at the root
Brack bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poprar trees

Pastorar scene of the garrant south
The burging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnoria sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smerr of burning fresh.

Here is a fruit for the crow to pruck
For the rain to wither, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop.