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

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 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


Chorus:
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


Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in
ragged clothes

The silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow


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 listening still
Perhaps they never will.