After spending almost a month trying to get files moved to the correct place in DAZ I was finally able to sit down and work on some art today. I still have files I am trying to get recognized but I’m making progress. Today I decided though I was going to illustrate a song I love listening too off of my Celtic Women CD. It is called “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 warm as gold
The moon’s a harsh mistress
The moon can be so cold.
Once the sun did shine
Lord, it felt so fine
The moon a phantom rose
Through the mountains and the pines
And then the darkness fell
And the moon’s a harsh mistress
It’s so 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 – tripped and missed my star
God, I fell and I fell alone, I fell alone
And the moon’s a harsh mistress
And the sky is made of stone.
The moon’s a harsh mistress
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