The Moon is a Harsh Mistress «“ Joan Baez

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

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

I fell out of her eyes

I fell out of her heart

I fell down on my face

Yes, I did, and I — I tripped and I missed my star

God, I fell and I fell alone, I fell alone

And the moon’s a harsh mistress

And the sky is made of stone

The moon’s a harsh mistress

She’s hard to call your own.