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 flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field 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.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the 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.

第一次知道这首歌还是在新东方学英语时一位老师推荐的，她来自四川，年纪轻轻就已经是博士了，小小的个子，但十分的精干，长得也十分的精致，她告诉我们这是Don Mclean在看到凡高的这幅画时有感而发写下的，当时就记下了歌名，回家后找来听了，确实不错......

第二次遇到这首歌，是在追忆Leslie的节目上，一个和哥哥工作过的同事回忆当时在选专辑名称时，哥哥提议用Vincent里的那句Virgin Snow，于是又找来这首歌，听了听，真的不错......

后来，自听了American Pie之后超喜欢这首歌，接着发现原唱者又是Don Mclean，于是......