Strange Fruit - Archie Shepp/Copyright Control
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood at the leaves 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
And then sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
The rain to gather the wind get no luck
The sun gonna rot the trees gonna drop
And here is a strange and bitter crop
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
The rain to gather man they get no luck
A tree gonna drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
Here is a strange and bitter oh bitter crop