See her how she fliesnGolden sails across the skiesnClose enough to touchnBut careful if you trynThose she looks as warm as goldnThe moon is a harsh mistressnThe moon can be so coldnnOnce the sun did shinenAnd Lord, it felt so finenThe moon of phantom rosenThrough the mountains and the pienAnd then the darkness fellnThe moon is a harsh mistressnIt's hard to love her wellnnI fell out of her eyesnI fell out of her heartnI fell down on my facenAnd I drift and met my starnI fell, I fell alonennThe moon is a harsh mistressnThe skies is made of stonenThe moon is a harsh mistressnShe's hard to call your own