Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day

With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils

Catch the breeze and winter chills
In colors 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
Colors changing hue

Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand


Now I understand
What you tried to say to me

They did not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night