Strange Fruit Songtext
von Dee Dee Bridgewater

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 scenes of the gallant south
The virgin nights and the twisted mouths
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
And then the 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 trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop