Strange Fruit Lyrics

Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the pop - lar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gal - lant south --
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth;
Smell of mag - no - li - a, sweet And fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is the fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
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For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop,
Here is a strange and bit - ter crop.