Strange Fruit Lyrics - Nostalgia - Annie Lennox

Southern trees bear a strange fruit 

Blood on the leaves and blood at the root 

Black bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze 

Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees 

Pastoral scene of the gallant South 

The bulgin' eyes and the twisted mouth 

Scent of magnolias sweet 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 tree to drop 

Here is a strange and bitter crop 

Southern trees bear a strange fruit 

Blood on the leaves and blood at the root 

Black bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze 

Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees