Bettye LaVette - Blackbirds

Strange Fruit

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 scene of the gallant South
Bulging eyes and twisted mouth
The scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
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
The sun to rot
For the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

Here is a strange and bitter crop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
It's a bitter crop
It's a bitter crop

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Writer(s): Lewis Allan
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