Lyrics Strange Fruit - Carmen McRae
Southern
trees
bear
a
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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