Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
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 mouthThe scent of magnolia sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning fleshHere is a fruit for the crows to pluck
for the rain to gatherfor the wind to suck
for the sun to rotfor the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
- Lyrics by Billie Holiday -
XOXO
