Seven trees bearin' 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
  
  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,
  The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
  Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
  Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
  
  Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
  For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
  For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
  Here is a strange and bitter cry.