作词 : Don Mclean 作曲 : 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 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 flow'rs 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 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.
作词 : Don Mclean 作曲 : 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 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 flow'rs 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 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.
