Music: Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) Composed & Performed by Don Mclean. VINCENT VAN GOGH (1853-1890)

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

sketch the trees and the daffodils,

catch the breeze and the winter

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 them

They would not listen,
they did not know how.

perhaps they'll listen now.

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 your

They would not listen.
They did not know how.

Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,

but still your love was true,

and when no hope
was left in

You took your life as lovers often do;

But I could have

Starry, starry night,

portraits hung in empty halls,

frameless heads on nameless walls,

with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.

Like the

the ragged men in ragged clothes,

the silver thorn of bloody rose
lie crushed and broken on the

Now I think I know

what you tried to say to me,

how

how you tried to set them free.

They would not listen.
They're not

Perhaps,

they never will.