Strange Fruit lyrics

Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Pastoral scenes of the gallant south The big bulging eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolia, clean and fresh The sudden smell of burning 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 a strange and bitter crop. Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots