Strange Fruit

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Southern trees Bear strange fruit Blood on the leaves And blood at the root Black bodies swinging In the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging From the poplar trees [Verse 2] Pastoral scene Of the gallant South Of the bulging eyes And the twisted mouth Scent of magnolias Sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell Of burning flesh Ooh-ooh [Verse 3] Here is a fruit For the crows to pluck For the rain to gather For the wind to suck For the sun to rot For the tree to drop Here is a strange And bitter crop