Lyric of 矢野顕子 Vincent,Composer:Don McLean,Writer:Don McLean
Singer : 矢野顕子
Writer : Don McLean
Composer : Don McLean
Starry starry nightPaint your palette blue and greyLook out on a summer's dayWith eyes that know the darkness in my soulShadows on the hillsSketch the trees and the daffodilsCatch the breeze and the winter chillsIn colors on the snowy linen land Now I understandWhat you tried to say to meAnd how you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them freeThey would not listenThey did not know howPerhaps they'll listen now Starry starry nightFlaming flowers that brightly blazeSwirling clouds in violet hazeReflect in Vincent's eyes of china blueColors changing hueMorning fields of amber grainWeathered faces lined in painAre soothed beneathThe artist's loving hand Now I understandWhat you tried to say to meAnd how you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them freeThey would not listenThey did not know howPerhaps they'll listen now For they could not love youBut still your love was trueAnd when no hope was left in sightOn that starry starry nightYou took your life as lovers often doBut I could have told you, VincentThis world was never meantFor one as beautiful as you Starry starry nightPortraits hung in empty hallsFrameless heads on nameless wallsWith eyes that watch the worldAnd can't forgetLike the stranger that you've metThe ragged men in ragged clothesA silver thorn, a bloody roseLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now I think I knowWhat you tried to say to meAnd how you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them freeThey would not listenThey're not listening stillPerhaps they never will