Cassandra Wilson - Strange Fruit lyrics

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Southern trees bear a strange fruit

Blood on the leaves & 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 & the twisted mouth

Scent of magnolias sweet & fresh

Then 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 & bitter crop