Starry Starry night,

Paint your pallette blue and grey,

Look out on a summers day,

with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.

Shadows on the hills,

sketch the trees and the daffodils

Catch the breeze and the winter chills, the colours on the snowy linen line



(Chorus)

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 Vincents eyes of china blue

Colours changing hue

morning fields of amber grain

weathered faces, lined in pain,

are soothed beneath the artists loving hand



(chorus)



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



Starry Starry night

portraits hang 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 of 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 did not listen they're not listening still.

Perhaps they never will.....