[01:48.42]Southern trees bear a strange fruit,[01:58.20]Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,[02:08.31]Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,[02:17.01]Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.[02:37.26]Pastoral scene of the gallant south,[02:44.43]The big bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,[02:53.13]Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,[03:06.66]Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.[03:17.73]Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,[03:26.73]For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,[03:35.07]For the sun to rot, for the leafs to drop,[03:42.84]Here is a strange and bitter crop.