Starry, starry night    Paint your palette blue and grey    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 colours 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    Colours 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 lover’s 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 name less walls   With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget   Like the strangers that you've met    All 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    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...