Strange Fruit

Lyrics

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 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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Song Details

Duration
06:16
Key
10
Tempo
97 BPM

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