Starry, starry 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 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'll listen now      Starry, starry night   Flaming flowers that brightly blaze   Swirling clouds and 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 artists' 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 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      Like the strangers that you've met   The ragged men 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   And how you suffered for your sanity   And how you tried to set them free   They would not listen, they're not listening still   Perhaps they never will