Don Mclean - Vincent歌詞
  • 歌手:Various Artists
    歌詞出處:http://m.ssgv4xm.cn
    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.

    And 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 flo'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.

    And now I understand what you tried to say to me



    how you suffered for your sanity

    how you tried to set them free.

    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.



    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 men in ragged clothes



    the silver thorn of bloddy rose

    lie crushed and broken

    on the virgin snow.

    And 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

    list'ning still

    perhaps they never will.

  • 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.

    And 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 flo'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.

    And now I understand what you tried to say to me



    how you suffered for your sanity

    how you tried to set them free.

    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.



    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 men in ragged clothes



    the silver thorn of bloddy rose

    lie crushed and broken

    on the virgin snow.

    And 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

    list'ning still

    perhaps they never will.