Vincent

DonMcLean: »Vincent«


Starry starry night
paint your palette blue and gray

look out on a summers 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 will 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
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
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
frame-less heads on nameless walls
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget
like the strangers that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver throne of bloody rose,
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

now I think I know
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 are not listening still
perhaps they never will