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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 C! y. I! e# E/ O$ E2 H# I- ?& a5 hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 \/ ]8 C0 d7 |9 G" D$ }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) |( ~4 ^! [; i4 z9 f* n7 g. {+ f- C9 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) p0 S/ @! S! G8 A ]% Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 m3 \ M. q7 ?: r) A' H/ V b
How you suffered for you sanity,
; L: M1 V' `6 K# Q' b8 c0 f* \* ]7 ^How you tried to set them free, 7 O( X$ v! z* D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' U% z H, P. ?! ]9 B% m: L$ }/ I0 \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # x3 u8 l' r# H5 ?" Q& x# b& b: v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & R5 @! I+ f* }* X* Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 w& I2 V2 L% k4 A$ r2 n4 y2 T8 j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 z" G3 D1 H$ D3 Z. q1 d
+ M7 N% D+ q/ s, n5 w& \, Z LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / i& s; }4 q% r0 ]" D& M( z5 |% x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 X" w, d2 M- e& u2 x [7 H* d* S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 M+ A0 V8 |. j) H( `6 T" gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ J9 T( c. w/ P/ DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' ~4 j% G& b1 y* v
: H2 m8 ]% N3 `. I8 b) @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 ~ P8 c2 v) a6 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + C. Q' K7 I" f* [7 J4 k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. {; v# P0 ~( R. D5 DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! _) x0 p& Z& Y) r7 x& P' {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( V; z9 Z5 n7 @% H1 S( S1 A \How you suffered for you sanity,' @6 Y7 }; |: r* t* v: U# l5 ?& J
How you tried to set them free, ' L }- i- r9 Q2 r- d- y
They would not listen they're not listening still, " @2 k: J; Z4 p/ J8 {6 J5 D
Perhaps they never will. |
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