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.
(VINCENT)
1971
~Don McLean
