Nina Simone - Strange Fruit lyrics

Southern trees bearing strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze

Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south

Them big, bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia clean and fresh
Then, the sudden smell of burnin' flesh

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot for the leaves to drop
Here is strange and bitter crop