Lyrics

Southern trees Bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves And blood at the root Black bodies swingin' In the southern breeze Strange fruit hangin' From the poplar trees Pastoral scenes Of the gallant south Bulging eyes And twisted mouth The scent of magnolias Sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of Burning flesh Here is a fruit For the crows to pluck The rain to gather For the wind to suck The sun to rot For the trees to drop Here is a strange And bitter crop Here is a strange And bitter crop Here is a strange And bitter crop It's a bitter crop It's a bitter crop Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh Oh, oh, oh-oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh