Southern trees bear Strange Fruits

Blood on the leaves, bloot at the roots

Black (belly's) body's swingin' in the southern reek

Strange fruit hangin from the popular tree.

Past star will sing from the gallon south

bullgeing eyes and a twisted mouth

Send up magnolia, sweet and fresh

And the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is the fruit for the crows to pluck

Ror (but) the rain to gatherfor the wind to suck

Ror the sun to rot for the tree to drop

Here is the strange and bitter crop.