Lyrics:

Vincent





Words/music: don mclean



Starry, starry night.

Paint your palette 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 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,

How you suffered for your sanity,

How you tried to set them free.

They would not listen, they did not know how.

Perhaps theyll listen now.



Starry, starry night.

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,

Swirling clouds in violet haze,

Reflect in vincents eyes of china blue.

Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,

Weathered faces lined in pain,

Are soothed beneath the artists loving hand.



Now I understand what you tried to say to me,

How you suffered for your sanity,

How you tried to set them free.

They would not listen, they did not know how.

Perhaps theyll 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 head on nameless walls,

With eyes that watch the world and cant forget.

Like the strangers that youve met,

The ragged men in the 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,

How you suffered for your sanity,

How you tried to set them free.

They would not listen, theyre not listening still.

Perhaps they never will.