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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* S) [. q, T7 Q, Q( m- A9 g* B# G0 h+ JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' e( T% e5 S- L* K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% _: h% I1 u1 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 A. b/ P' `1 x0 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; ~% g- `0 p0 k- V1 [
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 B* \2 o5 Q& Z3 ~6 W' E, hHow you tried to set them free, ; ?% [6 z, Y; f& t! r3 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 r% w9 Y9 h" Y- x8 N) T- D+ O2 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 M0 k3 {9 Q: \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 U4 v. P0 i" \3 S1 d3 r& ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , l- o& r% Z6 \. o* w4 L9 Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) A. l& I$ l$ j( D
; Z- R: T2 d) f" r# ?4 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- n- _, g2 h, H$ z' A: jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% e/ R" ~1 Z6 W6 v( }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! H1 N& W: J6 H8 p' j6 `But I could have told you, Vincent,
( r- I( j% U9 ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 d# S+ a, s2 ?$ p4 U3 xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( y" E6 D3 j" o& eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 R6 P! K3 m: Z5 ~/ Z- }9 n' DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% X$ h* z8 a7 c H' G/ R% e% ]1 z, VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 f3 a' \3 F* c' }5 Y/ R! R( n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 L7 L! U9 b8 J( u; k1 r
How you suffered for you sanity,
# c6 ^4 k# ]5 S5 G' @How you tried to set them free, ' b# ^/ ]' ]% l* f! v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& X; `9 b( `3 y8 EPerhaps they never will. |
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