The Moon's A Harsh Mistress - Michael Feinstein

See her, how she flies

Golden sails across the sky

She’s 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

Oh, Lord, it felt so fine

The moon, a phantom, rose

Through the mountains and the ???

And then the darkness fell

The moon’s a harsh mistress

It’s hard to love her way (?)

I fell out of her eyes

I fell out of her heart

I fell down on my face

I tripped and missed my ???

And 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