Starry, starry night   Paint your palette blue and gray   Look out on a summer's day   With eyes that know    the darkness in my soul      Shadows on the hills,    sketch the trees and daffodils   Catch the breeze and the winter chills   In colors 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 did not know how   Perhaps they'll listen now      Starry, starry night   Flaming flowers 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      Now I understand    what you tried to say to me   They did not listen,    they did not know how   Perhaps they'll listen now      Starry, starry night