Starry, starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the dark ness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daf fo dils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
now I under stand
what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your san i ty
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 side 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 beauti ful as you.
lis tening still
perhaps they will
listen now,Starry starry night
flaming flowers that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze
re flect in Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of am ber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.,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.