THE MOON IS A HARSH MISTRESS


see her as she flies
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 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 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

                         jimmy webb