Well I heard there was a secret chord. That David played and it pleased the Lord. But you don't really care for music, do ya?. Well it goes like this. T
There's the moon asking to stay. Long enough for the clouds to fly me away. Well it's my time coming, I'm not afraid to die. My fading voice sings of love,. But she cries to the clicking of time.
Southern trees bear 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
I'm a rollin' stone all alone and lost. For a life of sin I have paid the cost. When I walk by all the people say. Just another guy on the lost highway Just a deck of cards and a jug of wine. And
Southern trees bear 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
And I will stroll the merry way. And jump the hedges first. And I will drink the clear. Clean water for to quench my thirst And I shall watch the ferry-boats. And they'll get high. On a bluer oce