Strange Fruit

[Verse 1]
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves, blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees

[Verse 2]
Pastoral scenes of the gallant South
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia, sweet and strange
And the sudden smell of burnin' flesh

[Verse 3]
Here is the fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rains to gather, and the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to dry
This is a strange and a bitter cry

[Verse 2]
Pastoral scenes of the gallant South
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia, sweet and strange
And the sudden smell of burnin' flesh

[Verse 3]
Here is the fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rains to gather, and the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to dry
This is a strange and a bitter cry

[Outro]
This is a strange and a bitter cry