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Hearsay PleaseHearsay pleaseAt least tonight it should be so For I swore, by and by, of your justice Please For I swore, by and by, of your justice Please Hearsay please At least tonight it should be so For I swore, by and by, of your justice Please For I swore, by and by, of your justice Please I swear, I swore By and by, by and by I swear, I swore By and by, by and by Hearsay please At least tonight it should be so For I swore, by and by, of your justice Please For I swore, by and by, of your justice Please I can look at castles I swear, I swore Though I can't look at riddles I swear, I swore Though I can't look at stairs I swear, I swore By and by, by and by By and by, by and by |
Blind Dumb DeafSee Garlands.Strange Fruit[Original words by Lewis Allan, 1939] Southern trees bear a strange fruitBlood 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 bulging eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolia, 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 |