the moon ISA 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 moons a harsh mistress
The moon can be so cold
Once the sun did shine
Lord, it felt so fine
The moon a phantom rose
Through the mountains and the pines
And then the darkness fell
And the moons a harsh mistress
Its so 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 I missed my star
I fell and I fell alone,
And the moons a harsh mistress
And the sky is made of stone
The moons a harsh mistress
Shes hard to call your own