Strange Fruit
by Carmen McRae
From the album: Lover Man and Other Billie Holiday Classics
Track 4 of 14 on Lover Man and Other Billie Holiday Classics (1962).
Duration: 2:46
Lyrics for Strange Fruit
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 And 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 a tree to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop
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