Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look
out on a summer's 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.
And 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 they'll listen now.
Starry
starry night
flaming flo'rs that
brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them
free.
perhaps they'll 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 heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't
forget.
Like the stranger that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloddy
rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And 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
they're not
list'ning
still
perhaps they never will.
