Vicent - John Cable/Peter Williams

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 the 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 in 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 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 have told you Vincent

This world was

Never meant for one

As beautiful as you

Starry starry night

Portraits hung in empty halls

Frame less 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 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