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Southern trees<br />Bear strange fruit<br />Blood on the leaves<br />And blood at the roots<br />Black bodies<br />Swinging in the southern breeze<br />Strange fruit hangin'<br />From the poplar trees<br />Pastoral scene<br />Of the gallant south<br />Them big bulging eyes<br />And the twisted mouth<br />Scent of magnolia<br />Clean and fresh<br />Then the sudden smell<br />Of burnin' flesh<br />Here is a fruit<br />For the crows to pluck<br />For the rain to gather<br />For the wind to suck<br />For the sun to rot<br />For the leaves to drop<br />Here is<br />Strange and bitter crop<br /><br />As singed by Billie Holiday<br /><br />(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});<br /><br />Southern trees bear strange fruit,<br />Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,<br />Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,<br />Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.<br /><br />Pastoral scene of the gallant south,<br />The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,<br />Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,<br />Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.<br /><br />Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,<br />For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,<br />For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,<br />Here is a strange and bitter cry.

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Southern trees<br />Bear strange fruit<br />Blood on the leaves<br />And blood at the roots<br />Black bodies<br />Swinging in the southern breeze<br />Strange fruit hangin'<br />From the poplar trees<br />Pastoral scene<br />Of the gallant south<br />Them big bulging eyes<br />And the twisted mouth<br />Scent of magnolia<br />Clean and fresh<br />Then the sudden smell<br />Of burnin' flesh<br />Here is a fruit<br />For the crows to pluck<br />For the rain to gather<br />For the wind to suck<br />For the sun to rot<br />For the leaves to drop<br />Here is<br />Strange and bitter crop<br /><br />As singed by Billie Holiday<br /><br />(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});<br /><br />Southern trees bear strange fruit,<br />Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,<br />Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,<br />Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.<br /><br />Pastoral scene of the gallant south,<br />The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,<br />Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,<br />Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.<br /><br />Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,<br />For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,<br />For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,<br />Here is a strange and bitter cry.