Vincent – Don McLean

[Work in progress]

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
  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 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 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 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 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