Carolina
Carolina -
Was the land of the free
Land of Jasmine -
Who played a savage so dark
Land of Ethel's dream,
To sail a ship of her own
There is plenty of space at the deck of Noah's Arc

Carolina -
A storm had ravaged the meadows
It shook the trees -
And the strange fruit they bore
The fruit that was juiced -
And set to dry in the sun
The fruit that couldn’t play any savage no more

Ethel’s crucifix
Is made from Carolina timber
The same timber
That bore the fruits of the dead
Maybe that's the difference -
Between the white and the black folks?
Which side of the rope that is tied to their head . . .