Starry Starry Night

Vincent 　　 　　
by Don McLean 　　 　　

Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey 　　
Look out on a summer's 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 　　
And how you suffered for you 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 reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue 　　
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain 　　
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand 　　 　　

Now I understand what you tried to say to me 　　
And how you suffered for you 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 in sight, 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 stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes 　　
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow 　　 　　

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