Moon Is a Harsh Mistress by Joe Cocker

See her, how she flies
Golden sails across the skies
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
Girl, Lord 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 eyes
I fell out of her heart
I fell down on my face
I tripped and I missed my stars
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

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