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
And 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 know how
perhaps they'll listen now
Starry
starry night
flaming flo'rs
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
And 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
perhaps they'll listen now
they did not know how
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 men
in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of
bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow
And 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
list'ning still
perhaps they never will
