Strange Fruit

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze All their strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees [Verse 2] Pastoral scene of the gallant south The bulging eyes and twisted mouth The gentle scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burning flesh [Verse 3] Here is fruit for the crows to pluck For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck For the sun, oh, for the sun to rot, for the trees to drop Here is the strange and bitter crop [Spoken Outro] Lynchings, beatings, castrations, and more lynchings It almost passes human understanding How a people could be so socially despised and yet artistically esteemed So degraded and yet culturally influential So ostracized and yet a dominant editorial force in American life Alain Locke, Harlem Renaissance
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Credits
- Writers
- Abel Meeropol