STING


Strange Fruit Lyrics

STING - STRANGE FRUIT (Billie Holiday)
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
Bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh
And the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is the 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.

Songwriter(s): Lewis Allan, Dwayne P. Wiggins
Copyright: Edward B. Marks Music Co., Marks Edward B. Music Corp., Dwayne Wiggins Pub Designee, WB Music Corp.
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