Sara K. Vincent (live)
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 colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
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
The morning fields of amber grain
The weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
Andhow you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free.
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.
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 of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken
On the virgin snow
And 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 would not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will.
