terça-feira, 13 de dezembro de 2011

Joe Cocker - The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress

See her, how she flies

Golden sails across the skies
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
Girl, Lord it felt so fine
The moon, a phantom rose
Through the mountains and the pines
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 I missed my stars
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


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