Vincent, Starry Starry Night

Starry, Starry Night by Don McClean

Starry, starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summers day
with eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
and how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
reflecting Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grey
Weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand
what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
and how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
but still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
on that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
but I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant
for one as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
lie crushed and broken on the virgin soul

Now I think I know
what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free
They would not listen,
they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will