Vincent (Starry Starry Night)

<br>VINCENT<br> <br> <br> Words/Music: Don Mclean<br><br>Starry, starry night.<br>Paint your palette blue and grey,<br>Look out on a summer`s day,<br>With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.<br>Shadows on the hills,<br>Sketch the trees and the daffodils,<br>Catch the breeze and the winter chills,<br>In colors on the snowy linen land. <br>Now I understand what you tried to say to me,<br>How you suffered for your sanity,<br>How you tried to set them free.<br>They would not listen, they did not know how.<br>Perhaps they`ll listen now. <br><br>Starry, starry night.<br>Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,<br>Swirling clouds in violet haze,<br>Reflect in Vincent`s eyes of China blue.<br>Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,<br>Weathered faces lined in pain,<br>Are soothed beneath the artist`s loving hand. <br><br>Now I understand what you tried to say to me,<br>How you suffered for your sanity,<br>How you tried to set them free.<br>They would not listen, they did not know how.<br>Perhaps they`ll listen now. <br><br>For they could not love you,<br>But still your love was true.<br>And when no hope was left in sight<br>On that starry, starry night,<br>You took your life, as lovers often do.<br>But I could have told you, Vincent,<br>This world was never meant for one<br>As beautiful as you. <br><br>Starry, starry night.<br>Portraits hung in empty halls,<br>Frameless head on nameless walls,<br>With eyes that watch the world and can`t forget.<br>Like the strangers that you`ve met,<br>The ragged men in the ragged clothes,<br>The silver thorn of bloody rose,<br>Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. <br><br>Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,<br>How you suffered for your sanity,<br>How you tried to set them free.<br>They would not listen, they`re not listening still.<br>Perhaps they never will.