Lyrics:

Lewis allen, sonny whitebr /br /Seven treesbr /Bearin' strange fruitbr /Blood on the leavesbr /And blood at the rootsbr /Black bodiesbr /Swinging in the southern breezebr /Strange fruit hangin'br /From the poplar treesbr /Pastoral scenebr /Of the gallant southbr /Them big bulging eyesbr /And the twisted mouthbr /Scent of magnoliabr /Clean and freshbr /Then the sudden smellbr /Of burnin' fleshbr /Here is a fruitbr /For the crows to pluckbr /For the rain to gatherbr /For the wind to suckbr /For the sun to rotbr /For the leaves to dropbr /Here isbr /Strange and bitter cropbr /br /br /As singed by billie holidaybr /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.