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Vincent Lyrics

from 45 Or 46 Songs That Weren't Good Enough To Go On Our Other Records

"Vincent" is track #13 on the album 45 Or 46 Songs That Weren't Good Enough To Go On Our Other Records. It was written by Mclean, Don.
"Vincent" is track #13 on the album 45 Or 46 Songs That Weren't Good Enough To Go On Our Other Records. It was written by Mclean, Don.

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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
Frame less 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're not listening still
Perhaps, they never will

Songwriters
MCLEAN, DON

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