Under The Yews by The Victorian English Gentlemens Club Lyrics

(Ah!) Under the (the yews)
(Ah!) Under the (the yews)
(Ah!) Under the (the yews)
(Ah!) Under the (the yews)
(Ah!) Under the-

Born on the fifth, the fifth of the fifth
He died on the fifth, the fifth of the fifth
The congregation walked under the yews
Walked so softly under the yews

(The yews)
(Ah!) Under the (the yews)
(Ah!) Under the (the yews)
(Ah!) Under the (the yews)
(Ah!) Under the (the yews)

Born on the fifth, the fifth of the fifth
His father cried on the fifth, the fifth of the fifth
The car crushed grit upon the drive
As the breath hung heavy in the air
He made no noises, he breathed no air
But they buried him there anyway
Along with the writers, the rich and the poor
The bankers and the robbers, the kind and the old

The yews
(Ah!) Under the (the yews)
(Ah!) Under the (the yews)
(Ah!) Under the (the yews)
(Ah!) Under the (the yews)

Mourned on the fifth, the fifth of the fifth (underneath those yews)
He died on the fifth, the fifth of the fifth (underneath those yews)
The congregation walked under the yews (underneath those yews)
Walked so softly under the yews (underneath those yews)

He made no noises, he breathed no air
But the people stood there anyway
They were bankers, they were lawyers, they were spinsters, they were kind
They were waiting, they were taking some time off their lives

The yews

He made no noises, he breathed no air
But they buried him there anyway
Along with the writers, the rich and the poor
The bankers and the robbers, the kind and the old
The yews
(Ah!) Under the (the yews)
(Ah!)