starry starry night - Don McLean

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 you 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 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 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 man 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 you sanity

How you tried to set them free

They would not listen they’re not listening still

Perhaps they never will................