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 moon's 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 pine

and then the darkness fell

the moon's a harsh mistress

it's hard to love her well

i fell out of her eyes

i fell out of her heart

i fell down on my face

yes i did

and i tripped and i missed my star

and i fell and fell alone

the moon's a harsh mistress

the sky is made of stone

the moon's a harsh mistress

she's hard to call your own