Strange Fruit

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Abbey Lincoln - Pop, Jazz

Strange Fruit

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[Intro] I suppose the reason people who are, who are, uh, called legends Are called that because, uh People tell a lot of stories about them The legend of Billie Holiday is a lot of stories But she left a collection of work that really documented her life And told us what her concerns were She thought a lot about a man And um, her estrangement from him And she also thought about people she didn't necessarily know their names [Verse 1] Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swingin' in southern breeze Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees Mmm, mmm, mmm Oh [Verse 2] Pastoral scene of the gallant South Bulging eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burning flesh [Verse 3] Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck For the wind to gather, for the rain to suck For the sun to rot, for trees to drop Here is a strange and a bitter crop Ooh Oh, oh, oh Mmm

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Writers
  • Abel Meeropol