Vincent
(Starry, Starry Night)
Don McLean
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray,
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,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free...
They would not listen they did not 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.

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 of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow...

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 did not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will...