笨小笨The Yews of Borrowdale歌词由Ben Walker&Emily Mae Winters演唱，出自专辑《Banish Air From Air》，下面是《The Yews of Borrowdale》完整版歌词！
The Yews of Borrowdale歌词完整版
When the old Kings of Cumbria ruled this land
Four brothers usurped their father’s command
Each knew himself worthy, noble and just
Each hated the other, for greed and blood-lust.
They fought and died on the forest floor
Condemned as wraiths for ever more
To scream their rage to the restless night
To clash cold iron in jealous fight.
The blood-red berries, the ghostly shapes
Those fraternal four
The yews of Borrowdale stand guard
over the grassless floor
Four trees were planted, each for one
The roots sank deep among the bones
The woods once echoing with rage
Fell still, now silent for an age.
For the roots hold the bones of the brothers apart
The berries, the blood from the eldest’s heart
The leaves, the poison from the youngest’s wound
Their curse, kept close in in the cold, cold ground
