Lyrics The Moon's a Harsh Mistress - Celtic Woman

The Moon's a Harsh Mistress

See her, how she flies
Golden sails across the sky
She’s 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
Oh, Lord, it felt so fine
The moon, a phantom, rose
Through the mountains and the ???
And then the darkness fell
The moon’s a harsh mistress
It’s hard to love her way (?)
I fell out of her eyes
I fell out of her heart
I fell down on my face
I tripped and missed my ???
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