Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Southern trees
Bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
Blood on the root
Black bodies swinging
In the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging
From the poplar trees
[Verse 2]
Pastoral scene of the
Gallant south
The bulging eyes and the
The twisted mouths
Scent of magnolia
So sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of
Burning flesh
[Verse 3]
Here is a fruit for the
Crows to pluck
For the rain to gather for the
Wind to suck
For the sun
For the sun to rot
For the trees to drop
Drop
[Verse 4]
The trees to drop
Strange and bitter crop
Strange and bitter
Written by: Lewis Allan
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