Words and music by lewis allen

Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves, blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar tree.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes, and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia, cool and fresh
And the smell of the burning flesh.

Here is the fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for a tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

So strange
So strange

• A Day in The Life
• Another Pyramid
• Beneath a Desert Moon
• Black & White Army
• Come Down in Time
• Conversation With a Dog
• End of The Game
• Gabriel's Message
• How Insensitive
• I Shall Be Released
• I'll Follow My Secret Heart
• If You There
• In The Wee Small Hours of The Morning
• It Ain't Necessarily So
• It's a Lonesome Old Town
• January Stars
• Lullaby to an Anxious Child
• Mo Ghile Mear
• Ne Me Quitte Pas
• Nice Work if You Can Get It
• Round Midnight
• Sisters of Mercy
• Spread a Little Happiness
• Strange Fruit
• Take Me to The Sunshine
• The Mighty
• The Pirate's Bride
• The Wind Cries Mary
• The Windmills of Your Mind
• This Was Never Meant to Be
• Tutti Frutti
• Up from The Skies
• Vengo Del Sur
• Waters of Tyne