Starry, starry night
paint your palette
blue and grey
Look out on a
summer's day
with eyes that know
the darkness of my soul
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees
and daffodils
Catch the breeze
and the winter chills
in colours on the
snowy linen land
Now I understand
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 did not know how
Perhaps they'll
listen now
Starry, starry night
flaming flowers
that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds
and violet haze
reflect in Vincent's
eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
morning fields
of amber grain
Weathered faces
lined in pain
are soothed beneath
the artists' loving hand
Now I understand
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 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 lovers often do
but I could have
told you Vincent
This world was never
meant for one as
beautiful as you...
Like the strangers
that you've met
The ragged men
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
and how you suffered
for your sanity
And how you tried
to set them free
They would not listen
they're not
listening still
Perhaps they never
will...