VINCENT Don McLean Starry, starry night Paint your pallet blue and grey Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hill Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colours on the snowy linen land. Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And 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 Colours changing hue Morning fields of amber grey Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And 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 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 A silver thorn, a bloody rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now I think I know What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen They're not listening still Perhaps they never will VINCENT Don McLean There are three mistakes in each verse. Can you find them? Starry, starry night Paint your parrot blue and grey Look out on a summer's day With eyes that knew the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hill Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the bees and the winter chills In colours on the snowy linen land. Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your vanity And how you tried to sit them free They would not listen; they did not know how Perhaps they'd listen now Starry, starry night Framing flowers that brightly blaze Swirling crowds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue Colours changing hue Morning fields of amber grey Weathered faces lined in pen Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your vanity And how you tried to sit them free They would not listen; they did not know how Perhaps they'd listen now For they could not love you But still your love was through And when no hope was left in sight On that starry, starry night You took your life as lovers often do But I should have told you Vincent This word 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 couldn't forget Like the strangers that you've met The rugged men in ragged clothes A silver thorn, a bloody rose Lay crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now I think I know What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your vanity And how you tried to sit them free They would not listen They're not listening till Perhaps they never will