| Song | Strange Fruit |
| Artist | Cassandra Wilson |
| Album | Jazz Women |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Southern trees bear a strange fruit | |
| Blood on the leaves and blood at the root | |
| Black bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze | |
| Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees | |
| Pastoral scene of the gallant South | |
| The bulgin' eyes and the twisted mouth | |
| Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh | |
| Then the sudden smell of burnin' 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 tree to drop | |
| Here is a strange and bitter crop |