Nina Simone Strange Fruit Lyrics:
Lewis Allen, Sonny White

Southern trees
Bear strange fruit
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
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For the sun to rot
For the leaves to drop
Here is
Strange and bitter crop

As sung by Billie Holiday

Southern trees bear 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.
Lyrics: Strange Fruit, Nina Simone [end]