The Moon's a Harsh Mistress - Celtic Woman

See her as 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

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