[00:00.000]Writer(s): Lewis Allan, Maurice Pearl, Dwayne P. Wiggins
[00:02.580]Southern trees bearin' strange fruit
[00:16.890]Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots
[00:30.870]Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
[00:44.040]Strange fruit hangin' from the Poplar trees
[00:57.330]Pastoral scene of the gallant south
[01:10.070]Them big bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
[01:22.760]Scent of magnolia, clean and fresh
[01:36.720]Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh
[01:50.310]Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
[02:06.600]For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
[02:17.040]For the sun to rot, for the leaves to drop
[02:41.750]Here is a strange and bitter crop