Vincent

The Sunday Song this week is "Vincent" by Don McLean. One of the most hauntingly beautiful songs and I feel very few people my age, and younger, are even aware of it. Don McLean is an amazing artist to see live. I highly recommend seeing him if given the opportunity.

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 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

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 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 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