Star ry, star ry night,

paint your pal ette blue and gray.

Look out on a summ er's day,

with eyes that know the dark ness in my soul.

Sha dows on the hills.

Sketch the trees and the da ffo dils.

Catch the breeze and the win ter chills.

In col ors on the snow y lin en land.

Now I un der stand what you tried to say to me.

How you suff ered for your san it y,

and how you tried to set them free.

They would not lis ten, they did not know how.

Per haps they'll lis ten now.

Star ry, star ry night,

flam ing flow ers that bright ly blaze.

Swirl ing clouds in vio let haze,

ref lect in Vin cent's eyes of Chin a blue.

Col ors chang ing hues,

morn ing fields of am ber grain,

weath ered faces lined in pain,

are soothed be neath the art ist's lov ing hand.

Now I un der stand, what you tried to say to me.

How you suff ered for your san it y.

How you tried to set them free.

They would not lis ten, they did not know how.

Per haps they'll lis ten now.

For they could not love you,

but still your love was true.

And when no hope was left in sight on that star ry, star ry night,

you took your life, as lov ers of ten do.

But I could have told you, Vin cent, this world was nev er meant for one as beaut if ul as you.

Star ry, star ry night.

Por traits hung in emp ty halls.

Frame less heads on name less walls,

with eyes that watch the world and can't for get.

Like the strang ers that you've met,

the rag ged men in rag ged clothes,

the sil ver thorn of blood y rose,

lie crushed and bro ken on the vir gin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me.

How you suff ered for your san it y.

How you tried to set them free.

They would not lis ten, they're not listen ing still.

Per haps they nev er will.