Random Thursday - If This Doesn't Touch Your Heart, You're Dead

Thank you Mr. Webb for writing this moving ballad, thank you Mr. Downes for arranging and playing the piano. Mairead, thank you for making the strings sing soulfully into my heart. And Lisa. God has Blessed planet Earth by permitting your wonderful voice to be heard. I think this is truly as good as it gets...

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Now you know my all time favorite song. Now you know that beauty is truth, truth beauty. Today's title is stolen from 'winedoctor011' around page 4 in the comments.

"If music be the food of love, play on: give me excess of it..."
~William Shakespeare

EDIT: Lyrics as requested:


See her how she flies
Golden sails across the sky
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
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 -- I tripped and I 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.