Songtexte Strange Fruit - The Gathering

Southern trees
Bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
And blood at the roots

Black bodies swingin'
In the southern breeze
There's a strange fruit hangin'
The poplar trees

Pastoral scene
Of a gallant south
Them bulgin' eyes
And its twisted mouth

In a Magnolia
Sweet and fresh
And the sudden smell
Of burn, 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 a dream to drop
Here is a strange
And bi-
A strange and bitter crop