Paroles de Strange Fruit
Southern trees bearing strange fruitBlood 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
Them big 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 winds to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
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 winds to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
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