The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress

See her as she fly

Golden sails across the sky

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 the sun did shine

And Lord it felt so fine

The moon?

Through the mountains and the pines

And then the darkness fell

And the moon's a harsh mistress

It's hard to love her well

I fell out of her eyes

And I fell out of her heart

I fell down on my face

Yes I did

And I tripped and I missed my star

Then I fell and fell ago

And the moon's a harsh mistress

And the sky's made of stone

The moon's a harsh mistress

She's hard to call your own