Friday, September 24, 2010

VINCENT

Don McLean

Starry, Starry night… paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer day
With eyes that the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills sketch the trees and the daffodils
In colors on the snowy linen land
*And 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 violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of China blue colors changing blue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand … Repeat *

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 tool your life, as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for once as beautiful as you

And now I think I know What you tried to stay to me
How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free
And 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

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