Vincent

• Lyric: Don Mclean
• Music: 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.
Shawdows on the hills.

Sketch the trees and the daffodils.
Catch the breeze and the winter chills.
In colors on the snowy linen land.

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.

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 man in ragged clothes.
The silver thorn of bloody rose.
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I understand,
What you tried to say to me.
How you suffer for your sanity.
How your tried to set them free.
Would not listen they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,
but 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've told you, Vincent,
this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

Now I think I know,
What you tried to say to me.
How you suffer for your sanity.
How you tryied toset them free.
Whould not listen they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will.