Strange Fruit Lyrics
| Song | Strange Fruit |
| Artist | Billie Holiday |
| Album | The History Of Jazz: The Be-Bop Revolution |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
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| 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. |
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