Lyrics The Moon's A Harsh Mistress - Michael Feinstein
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.
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