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
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, 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 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 strangers that you've met,
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
They would not listen they're not listening still,
Perhaps they never will