See her how she fliesnGolden sails across the skynClose enough to touchnBut careful if you trynThough she looks as warm as goldnThe moon's a harsh mistressnThe moon can be so coldnnOnce the sun did shinenLord, it felt so finenThe moon a phantom rosenThrough the mountains and the pinesnAnd then the darkness fellnAnd the moon's a harsh mistressnIt's so hard to love her wellnnI fell out of her eyesnI fell out of her heartnI fell down on my facenYes, I did, and I -- I tripped and I missed my starnGod, I fell and I fell alone, I fell alonenAnd the moon's a harsh mistressnAnd the sky is made of stonennThe moon's a harsh mistressnShe's hard to call your own.