Strange fruit

Strange Fruit

 

        Southern trees bear strange fruit
        Blood on the leaves
        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
        The scent of magnolia sweet and fresh
        Then the sudden smell of burning 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

 

        Composed by Abel Meeropol (aka Lewis Allan)

        Originally sung by: Billie Holiday