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.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
Here is fruit for the rain to gather,
Strange fruit,
For the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot,
For the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
Here is fruit for the rain to gather,
Strange fruit,
For the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot,
For the trees to drop,
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