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 linon land.

1,2. Now I understand, what you tried to say to me.

3. 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 did not know how.

Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night, flaming flower's 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 artists' loving hand.

This song is specially deciated to my best BBS friend, Dora C.for the thank of her lovely post card on16/04/97