Song | Strange Fruit |
Artist | Cassandra Wilson |
Album | Jazz Women |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Southern trees bear a strange fruit | |
Blood on the leaves and 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 and the twisted mouth | |
Scent of magnolias sweet and 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 and bitter crop |