See her how she flies
Golden sails across the sky
She's 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;
Good 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 her eyes
I fell out of her heart
I fell down on my face
I tripped and missed my start
God, I fell and fell alone
The moon's a harsh mistress
She's hard to call your own
The moon's a harsh mistress
The sky is made of stone