starry,starry,night
paint your palette bule and gray
look out on a summer'day
with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on teh snowy linen land

now i undertand what you teied to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you ftied to set them free
they would not listen ,ehey did not know how
perhaps,they'll listen now

tsarry starry night
flaming flowers that beightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze
refleet in vincent'seyes of china blue
colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the aetist's loving hand

now i understand what you tered to say to me
how you suffered ror your sanity
and how you tried to set them free
they would not listen,they did not know how
perhaps,they'lllisten now
for they could not love you
 
and sitll 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 have told you ,vincent
this world was never meant
for one as beautiful as you

starry starry night
portraits hung in empty hall
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes taht watch the worle dan can't forget
like the steangers that you've met
the ragged man in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloody rose

lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
now i think i know what you tried to say to me
how  yousuffered ror your sanity
then how you tried to set them free
they would not listen,they're not listening still
perhaps they never will...