Moss and Moonstone

Verse 1

Gather the hemlock, dry it in shade

By the cold stone where the ancestors laid

Velvet moss cushions the breath of the night

We turn our backs on the artificial light

The kettle is singing a low, simmering tune

We’re painting our faces by light of the moon.

Chorus

Oh, and the forest is calling us home

With fingers of root and a heart made of stone

Weaving the shadow, bending the twig

Dancing a slow and a secret jig

No spells of malice, just wild and free

Moss and moonstone, between you and me.

Verse 2

Smoke curls up from the chimney of clay

Shaking the worries and mortals away

Crystals are lining the windowsill ledge

We find our comfort on the very edge

The owl is watching with wise, yellow eyes

She knows that the darkness is only disguise.

Chorus

Oh, and the forest is calling us home

With fingers of root and a heart made of stone

Weaving the shadow, bending the twig

Dancing a slow and a secret jig

No spells of malice, just wild and free

Moss and moonstone, between you and me.

Bridge

Stir in the sage, let the iron pot hiss

A dark quiet joy, a magical bliss

We don’t need a coven, we just need the trees

And the scent of the rain in a soft evening breeze.

Outro

Rooted... and waking...

The old magic’s taking...

Moss... and moonstone...

(Fade out--Whispered: Home with wind chimes in the background)