The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress

See her as she flies
Golden sails across the skies
Close enough to touch
But careful if you try
Though she looks as warm as gold
The moons a harsh mistress
The moon can be so cold

Once the sun did shine
And Lord it felt so fine
The moon a phantom rose
Through the mountains and the pines
And then the darkness fell
The moons a harsh mistress
Its 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 I missed my stars
And I fell and fell alone
The moons a harsh mistress
The sky is made of stone

The moons a harsh mistress
Shes hard to call your own


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