Vincent            Don McLean

Starry, starry night Paint your pallet blue and grey Look out on a summers day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy lined 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 do not know how Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blazed Swirling clouds and violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue

Colors changing hue Morning fields of amber grey Whethered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand

Now I understand What you tired 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 your 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 man in ragged clothes The silver thorn A 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 were not listening They're not listening still Perhaps they never will