Vincent (Starry Starry Night) sing and play along

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.

Like the Shadows on the hills,

the sketch the trees and daffodils,

the 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 flow'rs that brightly blaze,

swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue.

Like the Colors changing hue, the morning fields of amber grain,

the weathered fac and es 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.

Starry, starry 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.

Perhaps they never will.