Don McLean And I Love You So Vincent Scroll down for lyrics If you came from my Home Page... If not, Go to...    And I Love You So     And I love you so,     The people ask me how,     How I've lived 'till now,     I tell them I don't know!           I guess they understand,     How lonely life has been,     But life began again,     The day you took my hand!           And yes, I know,     How lonely life can be,     The shadows follow me,     And the night won't set me free!           But I don't let . . .     The evening get me down,     Now that you're around,     Me!           And you love me too,     Your thoughts are just for me,     You set my spirit free,     I'm happy that you do!           The book of life is brief,     And once a page is read,     All but love is dead,     That is my belief!       And yes, I know,     How lonely life can be,     The shadows follow me,     And the night won't set me free!           But I don't let . . .     The evening get me down,     Now that you're around,     Me! Vincent 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 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 beneath the artist's loving 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 lovers often do-- But I could've told you, Vincent: This world was never meant For one as beautiful as you. Starry, Starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless 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 The 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 not listen; they're not listening still-- Perhaps they never will.