| Song | Strange Fruit |
| Artist | Robert Wyatt |
| Album | At Last I Am Free |
| The southern trees bear a strange fruit | |
| Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots | |
| 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 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 |