Vincent


Starry starry night paint your pallet 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 try 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'll listen now

Starry starry night flaming flower 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

Now I understand what you try 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'll listen now

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 lover 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 a bloody rose
Lie crashed and broken on the virgin snow

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 are not listening still - perhaps they never will

By Don McLean

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