The sky is crying,
Look at the tears roll down the street.
I'm telling you, the sky is crying,
Look at those tears rolling down the streets.
You came to survive;
Oh boy we're here to meet.
The sky is crying,
Southern trees bear strange fruit.
There's blood on the leaves,
There's blood at the roots.
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze;
There's strange fruit hanging from the poplar tree.
Excuse me mister, do you have the time?
Or are you so important that it stands still for you.
Excuse me mister, lend me your ear,
Are you not only blind but are you scared to hear?
It's only small town talk;
You know how people are.
They can't stand to see you,
Being who you are.
(Hey young brother, hey young brother,
I'd like you to do me a little favour..)
You saw sagacious Solomon,
And you know what became of him.
To him, complexities seemed plain
But he cursed the hour that gave birth to his bad self.
Cain slew Abel, Seth knew not why.
For if the children of Israel are supposed to multiply,
Why must any children die?
So he asked the Lord.
And the Lord said:
He's got all the whiskey,
He's got all the whiskey;
He's got all the whiskey, still won't give me none.
If I call you sugar, if you call me honey,
Does this mean you've got a hand in my fate.
If you take my money, if I take your liberty,
Does it mean it's all down to love and hate.
If you open doors for me, I'll have the manners to respond;
I'll treat you like mine.
Ah babe, ah baby.
A long time since I saw love in my garden;
A long time since I met love at my door.
Sometimes I thought I knew you,
Sometimes I saw straight through you.
- Lord I hope I never see you no more.
Consider this, consider that, consider this,
You've got to consider this and that;
Consider this, consider this,
Consider this, consider this...
Did you ever look sideways at your best friend's wife?
Ever consider that sweet married life.
Your mind runs riot, you know who you are;
Ever get the feeling that you move too far.