[Originally by Don McLean]
Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hill Sketch the trees and daffodils Catch the breeze and 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 How you tried to set them free They would not listen They did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry, starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world And can't forget like strangers That you've met 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 How you suffered for your sanity And you tried to set them free: They would not listen They're not listening still Perhaps they never will 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.