เนื้อเพลง Vincent - Don McLean

..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 the 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
in 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 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 inside.
On that starry,
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do.
But I could've 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 strangers
that you've met
The ragged men
in ragged clothes.
The silver thorn,
a 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.