The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress sing and play along

See her how she flies,

golden sails across the sky.

the Come enough to touch,

but the 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;

gold good Lord, it felt so fine,

the moon a phantom rose

through the mountains and the pines.

Though And then the darkness fell.

The moon's a harsh mistress;

it's hard to love her well.

Once the sun did

I fell out of her eyes;

I fell out of her heart.

I fell down on my face;

I tripped and I missed my star.

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.