Strange Fruit (Reprise)

Southern trees
Bearing 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
Them big, bulging eyes
And the twisted mouth

Scent of magnolias
Clean and fresh
Then the sudden smell
Of burning 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 a strange
And bitter crop