Strange Fruit (Remastered) - Billie Holiday

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 popular 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