[00:22.11]Lewis allen[00:22.35]Southern trees bear strange fruit,[00:42.42]Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,[00:52.95]Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,[01:47.16]Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.[01:53.07]Pastoral scene of the gallant south,[01:53.79]The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,[02:03.51]Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,[02:43.71]Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.[03:40.02]Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,[03:40.74]For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,[03:41.61]For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,[04:38.88]Here is a strange and bitter crop.