Jimmy Webb
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 Lord it felt so fine
The moon a phantom rose
Through the mountains and the pine
And then the darkness fell
And 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, I tripped and I missed my star
God and I fell and I fell alone
I fell alone
And the moon's a harsh mistress
And the sky is made of stone
And the moon's a harsh mistress, yes she is
She's hard to call your own
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- Just Across The River
- The Bottom Line Archive: In Their Own Words, Vol. 1 (Live)
- The Bottom Line Archive Series: In Their Own Words, Vol. 1
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- LIVE and AT LARGE
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- Highlights from the European Brass Band Championships 2008
- Le Coffret Ideal Folk
- Ten Easy Pieces Plus 4
- And So: On
- In Their Own Words, Volume 1
- Retro-Spective: EMI Catalogue Conference Sampler 1997
- Cool as Folk
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