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Strange Fruit Songtext
von John Martyn
Southern trees bear 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,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is 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 strange and bitter crop
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,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is 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 strange and bitter crop
Writer(s): Lewis Allan
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John Martyn- 1.He's Got All the Whiskey
- 2.God's Song
- 3.How Fortunate the Man With None
- 4.Small Town Talk
- 5.Excuse Me Mister
- 6.Strange Fruit
- 7.The Sky Is Crying
- 8.Glory Box
- 9.Feel So Bad
- 10.Death Don't Have No Mercy / How Fortunate the Man With None (alternate)
John Martyn - Strange Fruit
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