STRANGE FRUIT

Music and Lyrics by: Bill Dake
Copyright 2014, billdakemusic ASCAP


They say that love is blind
Well, it might be true
But, it's got a taste to it
And a feel to it, too

Sometimes it's peaches
Grapes from the vine
Or maybe, cantaloupe
With a squeeze of Kiwi lime
French strawberries
Ginger root
It's always changing
Like some

Strange Fruit
That's got
Different textures
Each time it's found
Might be smooth as new puppies
Might be wrinkled,
Wrinkled like an old huntin' hound
Or rough on the outside
But hidden within
Mystery, magic
Just under that skin

Might last forever
Might spoil in a week
Whenever you find it
It's best to keep
And savor the moments
Enjoy the touch
Know you can never, ever have too much
Of that

Strange Fruit
Love is a miracle
An absolute
That grows in the heart
So, nurture that feeling
Relish the taste

Store it and share it
Always save a place
To plant that

Strange Fruit