Starry Starry Night

Don McLean

Starry starry night





Paint your palet 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 daffodiles


catch the breeze and the winter chills


in colours on the snowy linen land





Now I understand


what you tried to say to me


and how you suffered for your sanity


and 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 flowers that brightly blaze


swirling clouds in violet haze


reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue


colours changing hue


morning fields of amber grain


weathered faces lined in pain


are soothed beneth the artist's hand





Now I understand


what you tried to say to me


and how you suffered for your sanity


and how you tried to set them free


they would not listen they did not know how


perhaps they'll listen now





For they could not love you


but still your love was true


and when no hope was left inside


on that starry starry night





You took your life as lover's often do





But I could have told you,


Vincent,


this world was never ment for one as beautiful as you





Starry starry night





Portraits hung in empty halls


framless heads on nameless walls


with eyes that watch the world and can't forget


like the strangers that you've met





The ragged men in ragged clothes


a silver thorn


a bloody rose


lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow


now I think I know


what you tried to say to me


and how you suffered for your sanity


and how you tried to set them free


they would now listen


they're not listening still





Perhaps they never will