Nina Simone - Strange Fruit lyrics
[Nina Simone - Strange Fruit lyrics]
Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
Them big, bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia clean and fresh
Then, the sudden smell of burnin' 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 strange and bitter crop
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