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 know how Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry,
starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflecting 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
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
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