This was requested in the newsletter, you don’t have a Don McLean section,
so I guess you could add one, or this was also recorded by Barbara
Fairchild, so I guess you could put it there. Keep the music alive!
Dan MooneyVincent
By Don McLean
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
Now I understand what you tried to say to me How you suffered
for you sanity How you tried to set themfree 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 ‘neath the artist’s loving hand
Chorus
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 man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin
snow
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me How you
suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free They
would not listen they’re not listening still Perhaps they never
will
