Song | Strange Fruit |
Artist | Allan, L. |
Album | The Very Best Of Jazz |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lewis allen | |
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 south, | |
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, | |
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, | |
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh. | |
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, | |
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, | |
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, | |
Here is a strange and bitter crop. |