Strange Fruit

Southern trees
Bearing strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
And blood at the roots

Black bodies
Swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin'
From the poplar trees

Pastoral scene
Of the gallant south
Them big bulging eyes
And the twisted mouth

Scent of magnolia
Clean and fresh
Then the sudden smell
Of burnin' flesh

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 leaves to drop
Here is
Strange and bitter crop