Stars Classic

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Vincent - Don McLean/Josh Groban/Chet Atkins/Jane Olivor

    
Vincent
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 the daffodils 
Catch the breeze and the winter chills 
In colors on the snowy linen land. 

And 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 would not listen 
They did not know how 
Perhaps they'll listen now. 

Starry, starry night 
Flaming flo'rs 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. 

And now I understand 
What you tried to say to me 
How you suffered for your sanity 
How you tried to set them free. 
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, 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 men in ragged clothes 
The silver thorn of bloody rose 
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 

And 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 list'ning still 
Perhaps they never will.