Strange Fruit

Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swingin’ in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin’ from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulgin’ eyes and twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
And the sudden smell of burnin’ 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

Artist: Diana Ross

What You Won’t Do For Love

I guess you wonder where I’ve been
I searched to find the love within
I came back to ley you know
Got a thing for you
And I can’t let go

My friends wonder what is wrong with me
Well I’m in a daze from your love you see
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you
And I can’t let go

Some people go around the world for love
And they may never find what they dream of

What you won’t do, do for love
You tried everything
But you don’t give up
In my world only you
Make me do for love
What I would not do

My friends wonder what is wrong with me
Well I’m in a daze from your love you see
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you
And I can’t let go

And though I only want the best it’s true
I can’t believe the things I do for you

What you won’t do, do for love
You’ve tried everything
But you won’t give up
In my world only you
Make me do for love
What I would not do

Artist: Bobby Caldwell