Abel Meeropol - Strange Fruit lyrics

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 Bulging eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolias, so 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 s** For the sun to rot, and the trees to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop