Song | Vincent |
Artist | Jane Olivor |
Album | The Best Of Jane Olivor |
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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 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 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 | |
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 | |
For they could not love you | |
But still your love was true | |
And when no hope was left inside | |
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 strangers that you\'ve met | |
The ragged men 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 your sanity | |
How you tried to set them free | |
They would not listen | |
they aren\'t listening still | |
Perhaps they never will |
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 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 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 | |
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 | |
For they could not love you | |
But still your love was true | |
And when no hope was left inside | |
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 strangers that you' ve met | |
The ragged men 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 your sanity | |
How you tried to set them free | |
They would not listen | |
they aren' t listening still | |
Perhaps they never will |
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 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 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 | |
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 | |
For they could not love you | |
But still your love was true | |
And when no hope was left inside | |
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 strangers that you' ve met | |
The ragged men 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 your sanity | |
How you tried to set them free | |
They would not listen | |
they aren' t listening still | |
Perhaps they never will |