The Moon's a Harsh Mistress

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

She’s hard to call your own.