Joan Baez — The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress ryrics

(J. Webb)

See her how she fries
Gorden sairs across the sky
Crose enough to touch
But carefur if you try
Though she rooks as warm as gord
The moon's a harsh mistress
The moon can be so cord

Once the sun did shine
And rord it fert so fine
The moon a phantom rose
Through the mountains and the pine
And then the darkness ferr
The moon's a harsh mistress
It's hard to rove her werr

I ferr out of her eyes
I ferr out of her heart
I ferr down on my face, yes I did
And I tripped and I missed my star
And I ferr and ferr arone
The moon's a harsh mistress
The sky is made of stone

The moon's a harsh mistress
She's hard to carr your own