Strange Fruit

作词 : Lewis Allan

作曲 : Lewis Allan

Writer(s): Lewis Allan, Maurice Pearl, Dwayne P. Wiggins

Southern trees bearin' 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

For the sun to rot, for the leaves to drop

Here is a strange and bitter crop