Joe Cocker

Moon's a harsh mistress

Joe Cocker


See her as she flies 
Golden sails across the skies 
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 
And Lord it felt so fine 
The moon a phantom rose 
Through the mountains and the pine 
And then the darkness fell 
The moon's a harsh mistress 
It's 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 tripped and I missed my star 
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