Southern trees
bare a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves  
and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging  
in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging  
from the popular trees
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 a fruit  
for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
for the trees to drop
Here is a strage and bitter cry
Southern trees  
bare a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves  
and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging  
in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging  
from the popular trees
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 a fruit  
for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
for the trees to drop
Here is a strage and bitter cry
Here is a strage and bitter cry
Here is a strage and bitter cry
Here is a strage and bitter cry