Strange Fruit Songtext
von Flowers Forever

Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves, blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in that Southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Strange fruit, strange fruit
Strange fruit, strange fruit


A pastoral scene in the gallant South
The bulging eyes and twisted mouth
The smell of magnolia, sweet and fresh
And the sudden smell of human flesh

Strange fruit, strange fruit
Strange fruit, strange fruit

Here is the fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, or for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

A strange and bitter crop
A strange and bitter crop
A strange and bitter crop