V1 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 daffodils, Catch the breeze and the winter chill In colors on the snowy linen land. Chorus 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. V2 Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling cloud and violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue. Colors changing hue. Mourning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hands. Chorus 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. V3 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. V4 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.