Vincent

Starry ，starry night paint

Your palette blue and grey

Look out on a summer's day

With eyes the 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 tired to say to me

How you suffered for your sanity

How you tired 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 eyes of china blue

Colors changing hue morning

Fields of amber grain

Weathered faces lined in pain

Are soothed beneath

The artists loving hand