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 winter chills

In colors on the snowy linen land



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 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

They did not listen, they did not know how

Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night