Vincent(Starry Night) by Don McClean
Posted in Classic Music, Country Music, Music on March 15th, 2010 by melody – 8 Comments
“Vincent” is written and performed by country-folk singer Don McClean in memory of famous painter Vincent. As we know the first sentence of the lyrics is “starry starry night”, “Starry night” is one work of Vincent, which has some of strong representability. Now the paint is hung in Museum of Modern Art. Every day when it is open and closed, “Vincent” by Don McClean will be played in the museum.
Vincent by Don McClean(download)
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Lyrics:
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 daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand what you try 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 you 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 try 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 you 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 stranger that you’ve met
The ragged man in ragged cloth
The silver thorn in a bloody rose
Lying crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know what you try to say to me
That how you suffered for your sanity
And how you try to set them free
They would not listen they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will
