The Moon's a Harsh Mistress

See her how 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 pines
And then the darkness fell
And the Moon's a harsh mistress
It's so hard to love her well
The Moon's a harsh mistress
She's hard to call your own