Vincent --- Don Mclean
Starry starry night
Paint your pallette 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
And 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 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 field of amber grain Weather faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
* Repeat
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,f a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still Perhaps they never will.
Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890) Dutch Painter
