Don Mclean - Vincent
Starry starry night..Paint your palet blue and greylook out on a
summer's daywith eyes that know the darkness in my
soulShadows on the hillsSketch the trees
and the daffodilescatch the breeze and the winter
chillsin colours on the snowy linen landNow I
understandwhat you tried to say to meand how you
suffered for your sanityand how you tried to set them
freethey would not listen they did not know howperhaps they'll listen now.Starry starry
nightFlaming flowers that brightly blazeswirling clouds in violet hazereflect in Vincent's
eyes of china bluecolours changing huemorning fields
of amber grainweathered faces lined in painare
soothed beneth the artist's loving handNow I
understandwhat you tried to say to meand how you
suffered for your sanityand how you tried to set them
freethey would not listen they did not know howperhaps they'll listen nowFor they could not
love youbut still your love was trueand when no hope
was left insideon that starry starry nightYou
took your life as lover's often doBut I could
have told you,Vincent,this world was never ment for
one as beautiful as youStarry starry nightPortraits hung in empty hallsframless heads on nameless
wallswith eyes that watch the world and can't
forgetlike the strangers that you've metThe ragged men in ragged clothesa silver thorna
bloody roselie crushed and broken on the virgin snownow I think I knowwhat you tried to say to meand
how you suffered for your sanityand how you tried to set
them freethey would now listenthey're not
listening stillPerhaps they never will