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; c i# o- V. ?, T# e2 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # L& l! c! w$ w* K8 b% S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( `0 A- ]: m8 Y- {8 r( D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 F6 K6 R; \% v% s2 B1 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 |: Y3 m/ T; ^7 s2 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, w5 F2 h! T' t; J( E
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 p! t) t9 V$ xHow you tried to set them free,
/ m$ J- N8 D BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. d6 t+ T9 h/ @* y/ m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: s; s' W, H7 |( JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 n! _! O# Y- F% E/ \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; |5 M7 q/ k$ \8 _+ eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % @. Q3 v) K: s; J. o# F8 `
6 X1 {5 Z9 x( D. IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% i1 g5 I( ]0 N. d+ m5 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# u6 z. q! K: h$ oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ Z F0 w2 O" x$ i. m4 eBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 v! W. f* ]" h, @% q" p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ e/ ^; t% V' [$ A7 T* `% I) Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 @* ?; L) q7 D; mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 \( P/ q7 B: R( J7 P: u D- Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 X/ L/ m$ J" J8 b9 c$ t- QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 U* Y+ W2 y% w- [How you suffered for you sanity,
* X% A3 ?9 l: M" QHow you tried to set them free, ! r% C+ x( J3 b: O1 M4 J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- Q4 v' m/ X; h/ y# L9 r7 gPerhaps they never will. |
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