VINCENT

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 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 violent haze,
Reflecting Vincent` s eyes that shine of 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,
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.
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 strangers that you've met 
The ragged men in ragged clothes,
The silver thorn, the 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.