Vincent

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

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 in violet haze

Reflect in Vincent's

eyes of China blue

Colors changing hue

morning field 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 oneAs beautiful as you

Starry

starry night

Portraits hung in empty halls

Frameless head on

nameless walls

With eyes that watch

the world and can't forget

Like the strangers

that you've met

The ragged men

in the 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 would not listen

they're not listening still

Perhaps they never will