UB40

UB40 - Strange Fruit lyrics

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Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is a fruit for the crow to pluck
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
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Author: Lewis Allan

Composer: Lewis Allan

Publisher: Graduate Records

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Released in: 1980

Language: English

Appearing on: The Ub40 File (1993) , Signing Off (1980)

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