Strange Fruit
Lyrics
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 In big bulging eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh And a 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 leaves to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 05:47
- Key
- 10
- Tempo
- 143 BPM