Strange Fruit Lyrics

Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Her black body's swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
Of the bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
And then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Now here is your fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to s*ck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
Now here is your strange and bitter crop

Strange fruit

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