Strange Fruit

Billie Holiday

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  1. 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)