The Moon's a Harsh Mistress

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 oh, it felt so fine
The moon a phantom rose
Over the mountains and the pine
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
I tripped and missed my star
I fell and fell alone
And 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.

by Jimmy Webb, 1974