Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh
For the rain to wither, for the wind to suck
Bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
For the rain to wither, for the wind to suck
Bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Here is a fruit for the crow to pluck
Here is a fruit for the crow to pluck
Here is a strange and bitter crop, it's dead
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
