Southern Trees Bear A Strange Fruit

Blood On The Leaves And Blood On The Roots

Scent Of Magnolias Sweet And Fresh

Then The Sudden Smell Of Burning Flesh

Pastoral Scene Of The Gallant South

The Bulging Eyes And The Twisted Mouth

Black Bodies Swinging In The Southern Breeze

Strange Fruit Hangin’ From The Poplar Trees

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

Southern Trees Bear A Strange Fruit

Blood On The Leaves And Blood On The Roots

Black Bodies Swinging In The Southern Breeze

Strange Fruit Hangin’ From The Poplar Trees