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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 Y$ Q* H) f1 _7 G9 j. W; x0 Y# MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- S, S2 Q2 O6 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 n& O( w- G0 |, \; q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& n. d0 p8 o. j5 _7 `# ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 m, @( X2 @, B* Z" e N# hHow you suffered for you sanity,
, e+ Q( ^0 u. `8 e, lHow you tried to set them free,
4 O4 ?: c; T5 e! z$ e3 @" JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 {5 E% ?, w% n0 N$ q: d7 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 c2 k* Y- |+ J$ C. w D. V" J4 \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% y5 p: v" K) o oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . {7 g8 N8 l; ]( j! C H$ p& Q' o0 `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 J2 {1 P. [/ U t( S/ EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, Z( W) r; ^3 w) R6 Z9 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , X9 J7 A _) A8 ], F4 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, I5 t2 J; {% [; x9 S# L2 p- u4 [4 SBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 r2 N" x, p n& f" v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 \, d x: C5 H6 R& E. y0 t/ p
4 \! _( X( a" M' DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: W8 i2 G* R3 b: d( oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- Q# E, t' r$ H- ~ d9 i+ a: a! U% WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 d* z" Y' k, x# N6 ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. X3 C; V; w4 J
. Z5 f: S5 C3 L/ j) z1 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 U: Y1 j C; M x; Z. |
How you suffered for you sanity,
* E' \( _; o! i6 R( W2 dHow you tried to set them free,
$ S, Q9 a2 ], ^- x' F0 L6 b- bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 a4 |* Z6 M1 v1 `6 F" jPerhaps they never will. |
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