Capo 4
Verse 1
| 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. |
| 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 |
| And how you tried to set them free. |
| 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 |
| 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 in sight on that starry |
| You took your life As |
| lovers often do; |
| But I could have told you |
| This world was never |
| 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. |
| The ragged men in ragged clothes |
| The silver thorn of 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. |
| List'ning still |
| Perhaps they never will. |