starry starry night

starry starry night
paint your palette bue and gray
look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
with eyes that know the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colours on 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 free
They would not listen they did not know how
perhaps they'll 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
moring fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are smoothed beneath the artist's loving hand

now i understand
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 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
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 thron of 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
how you tried to set them free
they would not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will


梵高的<starry night>现放于纽约现代艺术博物馆，据说每天开始及完结时，艺术馆都会播放DonMcLean为梵高所作的《Starry Starry Night》。