[Originally by Don McLean]
Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a
summer day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the
hill 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
How you tried to set them free They would not listen They did not know
how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry, starry night Portraits hung in
empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes
that watch the world And can't forget like strangers That you've met
Ragged men in ragged clothes The silver thorn, a bloody rose Lie
crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now i think
i know What you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity And
you tried to set them free: They would not listen They're not listening
still Perhaps they never will For they could not love you But still,
your love was true And when no hope was left inside On that starry,
starry night You took your life as lovers often do But i could've told
you, Vincent This world was never meant for one As beautiful as you.
