STRANGE FRUIT Lyrics - 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,
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.
Writer: WIGGINS, DWAYNE P. / PEARL, MAURICE / ALLAN, LEWIS
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Please Click here to submit the Corrections of STRANGE FRUIT Lyrics
Please Click Here to Print STRANGE FRUIT Lyrics
Thanks to BILALODAY@AOL.COM for submitting STRANGE FRUIT Lyrics.
The following area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of STRANGE FRUIT Lyrics.