The Moon's A Harsh Mistress

See her how she flies

Golden sails across the skies

Close enough to touch

But careful if you try

Though she looks as warm as gold

The moon's a harsh mistress

The moon can be so cold

Once a sun did shine

Lord it felt so fine

The moon, A phantom rose

Through the mountains and the pines

And then the darkness fell

The moon's a harsh mistress

It's hard to love her well

I fell out of his eyes

I fell out of his heart

I fell down on my face

I tripped and missed my stars

I fell, And fell along

The moon's a harsh mistress

The skies are made of stone

The moon's a harsh mistress

She is hard to call your own