southern
trees
they're strange
fruits
blood on the leaves
and blood at the root
black bodies swinging
in the southern breeze
strange fruit hanging
from the papla trees
[Music]
pastoral scene
of the gallant
[Music]
the bulging eyes
and the twisted mouth
scent of magnolia
[Music]
sweet and
fresh
then the sudden smell
of burning flesh
[Music]
here is the fruit
for the crows
to pluck
[Music]
father rain together
father went
to suck
[Music]
[Applause]
for the sun to right
for the trees
to dry
here is a strange
and big
[Music]
time
[Music]
cry
you