The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress sing and play along

See her as she flies,

golden sails across the sky.

She's close enough to touch,

but be 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 oh, 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 arms,

and I fell out of her heart.

I fell down on my face,

and I tripped and 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.