"Vincent" by Don Mclean
<BGSOUND SRC="vincent.mid" LOOP="-1"> Shift-click here to save the file. Starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and grey Look out on the summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills, sketch the tree and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chill In collars 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 would not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that breathy blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent eyes of china blue Collars changing hue, morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand (repeat *) For they could not love you, but still your love was true And when no hope was left in sight 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 Freeness 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 And how you suffered for your sanity How to tried to set them free They would not listen, they're not listening still Perhaps they never will
Starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and grey Look out on the summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills, sketch the tree and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chill In collars 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 would not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that breathy blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent eyes of china blue Collars changing hue, morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand (repeat *) For they could not love you, but still your love was true And when no hope was left in sight 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 Freeness 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 And how you suffered for your sanity How to tried to set them free They would not listen, they're not listening still Perhaps they never will
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