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( E3 d2 n+ M1 s" N! oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 D3 B3 C0 f' D0 l* I0 L9 LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! a3 K; O _2 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 N6 w; z, J5 g! A+ E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) m" w$ D& @: D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ f$ P- v' |. t' o# ZHow you suffered for you sanity, # Z, B) \/ h# M1 Q; {+ }! w
How you tried to set them free,
# \+ t5 Q+ ]$ [5 p% r" x+ DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: ]) T) h6 j: b' p* H8 m ^; g& \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' v& k; a: m3 b QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 `; Z) i7 b) s" N' J0 c- ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ W2 J( C c0 _( oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( \/ f% E$ I" ~$ J4 F
3 a; c# q. Z8 j6 \4 ?+ M1 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! s6 m' T4 x) n- PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 s4 Q2 l" Y4 h# t5 o$ n& pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 k9 G* v5 m+ r, a4 sBut I could have told you, Vincent, / Q. V+ m# E$ J# n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 s. T; R( j/ \4 u
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 N. D- l( y0 m8 g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# F0 j2 l4 j( mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 J4 T8 v- t+ J2 t, AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 _- A5 d8 [/ E, J% `" ~9 d$ o- L6 g
How you suffered for you sanity,2 K4 X8 S9 q$ }! N( A: P+ R9 Y7 Q$ O+ t
How you tried to set them free,
7 f) l/ o8 k) vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# n* u' x" |. ^) P' o8 W# C/ ]Perhaps they never will. |
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