Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vincent (Starry, Starry Night), artist - Don McLean. Album song Rearview Mirror: An American Musical Journey, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 10.10.2005
Record label: Starry Night
Song language: English
Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) |
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 |
And 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 of 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 |
And 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 |
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 |
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 |
How you suffered for your sanity |
How you tried to set them free |
They would not listen, they’re not listening still |
Perhaps they never will |
Vincent (Starry Starry Night) 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 |
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 |
Reflecting 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 hands |
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 |
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 |
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 |
A silver thorn on a bloody rose |
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow |
Now I think I know |
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’re not listening still |
Perhaps they never will |