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 t

he artist's loving hand

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'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