| Song | Strange Fruit |
| Artist | UB40 |
| Album | The UB40 File |
| Lyrics：Lewis Allen Music：Lewis Allen | |
| 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 | |
| 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. |
| Lyrics: Lewis Allen Music: Lewis Allen | |
| 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 | |
| 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. |