Moonswept - The Roches

With us, its isness was obvious

And the ones that followed us

They knew of it, too

But the broomstick fell

Behind the moon

It used to be a campfire

Songs sung around a circle of rocks

But now it’s the burnt heart

Of a small witch

It’s the burnt heart

Of a small witch

We scattered and tried to tell it

Each with different words

Agitated, we were heard

We had funny disagreements

But oh, when the moon came up

All we saw was broom

All we saw was the broom

Moonswept… we were

Moonswept…