Strange Fruit [Billie Holiday]
Sammy Cahn, Jule Styne (c) 1945
Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
It doesn't show signs of stopping,
And I brought some corn for popping;
The lights are turned way down low,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
When we finally say good night,
How I'll hate going out in the storm;
But if you really hold me tight,
All the way home I'll be warm.
The fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing,
But as long as you l
Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
It doesn't show signs of stopping,
And I brought some corn for popping;
The lights are turned way down low,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
When we finally say good night,
How I'll hate going out in the storm;
But if you really hold me tight,
All the way home I'll be warm.
The fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing,
But as long as you l
no name #3
we arrived too late
our mouths were opening
i turned off the light
so come on night
you're a witness you
you've seen me interrupt
a good old fashioned fight
so come on night
everyone is gone
home to oblivion
home to oblivion
home to oblivion
watched the dying day
blushing in the sky
everyone is uptight
so come on night
everyone is gone
home to oblivion
home to oblivion
home to oblivion
i know we're not
illegitimate
in our hearing
so come on
so come on night