Don McLean’s “Starry Starry Night (Vincent)” Will Light Up Your Life Like Never Before

Perhaps They Never Will…

With such a beautiful, natural melody, Don McLean’s classic “Vincent (Starry Starry Night)” touches every heart that beats.

“Flaming flowers that brightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue. Colors changing hue.”

As one of the greatest lyricists of all time, Don, with the voice of an angel, defends beloved and lost Vincent Van Gogh with graceful and kind words.

Interesting Fact: “In the autumn of 1970 I had a job singing in the school system, playing my guitar in classrooms. I was sitting on the veranda one morning, reading a biography of Van Gogh, and suddenly I knew I had to write a song arguing that he wasn’t crazy.”- Don McLean

This will always be one of our favorite subtle serenades, we could listen to Don sing our grocery list for goodness sakes. We love us some Don!

+ Vincent (Starry Starry Night) Lyrics +

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
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
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 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
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