Starry, starry nightPaint your palette blue and grayLook out on a summer's dayWith eyes that know the darkness in my soulShadows on the hillsSketch the trees and the daffodilsCatch the breeze and the winter chillsIn colors on the snowy linen landNow I understand what you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them freeThey would not listen, they did not know howPerhaps they'll listen nowStarry, starry nightFlaming flowers that brightly blazeSwirling clouds in violet hazeReflect in Vincent's eyes of China blueColors changing hueMorning field of amber grainWeathered faces lined in painAre soothed beneath the artist's loving handNow I understand what you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them freeThey would not listen, they did not know howPerhaps they'll listen nowFor they could not love youBut still your love was trueAnd when no hope was left in sightOn that starry, starry nightYou took your life, as lovers often doBut I could have told you, VincentThis world was never meant for oneAs beautiful as youStarry, starry nightPortraits hung in empty hallsFrameless head on nameless wallsWith eyes that watch the world and can't forgetLike the strangers that you've metThe ragged men in the ragged clothesThe silver thorn of bloody roseLie crushed and broken on the virgin snowNow I think I know what you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them freeThey would not listen, they're not listening stillPerhaps they never will
