Stranger Fruit

Lewis Allen Tom: Lá menor () Introdução:                     Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root   Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Piano interlude:            Pastoral scene of the gallant    south   The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth; Smell of magnolia          sweet and fresh       Then the sudden smell of 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 the tree to drop Here is a strange  and    bitter     crop.