The Moon's a Harsh Mistress کے بول

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 And 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 The Moon's a harsh mistress She's hard to call your own