Vincent

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 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 hem 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
    　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 you 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
    　and still you 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 have told you , VIncent
    　This wourd was never meant for one as beautiful as you
     Starry , Starry night
    　Portraits hung in empty hall
    　Frameless heads on namesless walls
    　With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
    　Like the strangers that you've met
    　The ragged man in ragged clothes
    　The silver thorn of bloody rose
    　Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
    　Now I think I know what you tried to say to
    　How you suffered for your sanity
    　Then how you tried to set them free
    　They would not listen , they're not listening stiff
    　Perhaps, they never will