NINA SIMONE - Strange Fruit lyrics
rate meLewis allen, sonny white<br><br>Seven trees<br>Bearin' strange fruit<br>Blood on the leaves<br>And blood at the roots<br>Black bodies<br>Swinging in the southern breeze<br>Strange fruit hangin'<br>From the poplar trees<br>Pastoral scene<br>Of the gallant south<br>Them big bulging eyes<br>And the twisted mouth<br>Scent of magnolia<br>Clean and fresh<br>Then the sudden smell<br>Of burnin' flesh<br>Here is a fruit<br>For the crows to pluck<br>For the rain to gather<br>For the wind to suck<br>For the sun to rot<br>For the leaves to drop<br>Here is<br>Strange and bitter crop<br><br>As singed by billie holiday<br><br>Southern trees bear strange fruit,<br>Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,<br>Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,<br>Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.<br><br>Pastoral scene of the gallant south,<br>The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,<br>Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,<br>Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.<br><br>Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,<br>For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,<br>For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,<br>Here is a strange and bitter cry.
