Judy Collins - The moon is a harsh mistress

See her how she ^Cflies ^GGolden sails across the ^Amsky ^{G C}Close enough to ^Amtouch ^D But ^Bm7careful if you ^Emtry ^CThough she ^Dlooks as warm as ^Emgold ^C The ^Gmoon's a harsh ^Ammistress ^G The moon can be so ^Ccold ^G

Once the sun did ^Cshine ^GLord, it felt so ^Amfine ^G The ^Cmoon a phantom ^Amrose ^D Through the ^Bm7mountains and the ^Empines And ^Cthen the ^Ddarkness ^Emfell ^C And the ^Gmoon's a harsh ^Ammistress ^G It's so hard to love her ^Cwell

I ^Bbfell out of her ey^Ebes ^BbI fell out of her ^Cmheart ^Bb I ^Ebfell down on my ^Cmface ^F I ^Dm7tripped and missed my ^Ebstar ^EbGod, I fell and ^Ffell a^Gmlone ^Eb And the ^Bbmoon's a harsh ^Cmmistress ^Bb And the sky is made of ^Ebstone The ^Bbmoon's a harsh ^Cmmistress ^Bb She's hard to call your ^Ebown