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" B# `/ ~6 J" C. F* _. q. z& VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 q! ^4 L: D; y" L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , G7 S+ m; Z) b5 F1 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 Q" d D& v ?+ w7 M: lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 ^. ?+ e3 p6 j) o- ~, U4 b8 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 F) C* [/ k; g- n7 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
) K1 ~) A( ^8 M9 G. M H2 tHow you tried to set them free, 1 T0 W8 ^+ A _3 O2 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. {4 h! e$ g% H$ `- e# |3 \$ S! {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) D% O' _; _# V3 s! {. lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* U. C) @) o K/ OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 _3 ?! u* T, c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 N+ l4 K7 e2 [% h# QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 t0 ?( g% H& k' Y, eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# f/ [' p) x! |* \* q0 q6 l, mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 g9 Y3 ~5 U6 \/ I' SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " p3 [# T- W) \0 r
, o4 }3 {$ R1 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 L3 l- X+ U$ H3 eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 W1 I0 b% g4 e3 j/ o4 A! _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 N/ }$ _* [3 Q, XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 ?& l7 g. T3 k, [7 C8 o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, W8 T1 v. n( L7 B, I7 i% xHow you suffered for you sanity,
. ]7 X- N, v/ {( }) J( B6 NHow you tried to set them free, 1 R0 W! I- Z6 W8 L; s9 |
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 k2 W( d- m C A9 d, e: v
Perhaps they never will. |
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