☆Vincent☆
◎Don Mclean◎
Stary stary 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 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
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 listen now
Stary stary night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in vincent's eyes of China blue
Colors changing hue Morning field of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed
Beneath artist's loving hand
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 listen now
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 hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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 list'ning still
perhaps they never will.
2014-1022
