Strange Fruit
India Arie"Strange Fruit" is a song by India Arie, released in 2013 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:49 long and contains 26 lines and 196 words.
Lyrics
0:21Southern trees bare a strange fruit
0:35Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
0:49Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
1:02Strange fruit hanging from the popular trees
1:25Pastoral scene of the gallant south
1:31The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
1:38Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
1:46Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
1:53Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
1:59For the rain to gather for the wind to suck
2:07For the sun to rot for the trees to drop
2:21Here is a strage and bitter cry
2:51Southern trees bare a strange fruit
2:58Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
3:05Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
3:12Strange fruit hanging from the popular trees
3:35Pastoral scene of the gallant south
3:41The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
3:48Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
3:56Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
4:03Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
4:09For the rain to gather for the wind to suck
4:17For the sun to rot for the trees to drop
4:25Here is a strage and bitter cry
4:40Here is a strage and bitter cry
4:49Here is a strage and bitter cry
Southern trees bare a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the popular trees Pastoral scene of the gallant south The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth 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 For the sun to rot for the trees to drop Here is a strage and bitter cry Southern trees bare a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the popular trees Pastoral scene of the gallant south The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth 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 For the sun to rot for the trees to drop Here is a strage and bitter cry Here is a strage and bitter cry Here is a strage and bitter cry
Translation
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