The Moon's A Harsh Mistress

The Moon's A Harsh Mistress - Celtic Woman (凱爾特女人)

See her how she flies

Golden sails across the sky

Close enough to touch

But becareful 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

I tripped and missed my star

And I fell and fell alone

The moon's a harsh mistress

And the sky is made of stone

The moon's a harsh mistress

She's hard to call your own