돈 멕클린
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'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