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
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
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
[01:07.39]Southern trees bear strange fruit
[01:14.62]Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
[01:22.28]Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
[01:30.31]Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
[01:45.28]Pastoral scene of the gallant south
[01:53.11]The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
[02:00.92]Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
[02:09.01]Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
[02:16.94]Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
[02:23.77]For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
[02:31.39]For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
[02:44.94]Here is a strange and bitter crop
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