Billie Holiday - Strange Fruit Lyrics

Lyrics Strange Fruit - Billie Holiday



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′s a 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's a strange and bitter crop



Writer(s): Lewis Allan


Billie Holiday - Ultimate Billie Holiday
Album Ultimate Billie Holiday
date of release
04-11-1997




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