Song Lyric Sunday/Vincent by Don McLean

What a great theme for today’s, “Song Lyric Sunday!!”  LISTEN…  I didn’t even have to ask the husband.  I love this song. I loved this song before I even met the husband, but after we became us and I found out how freaking smart and talented he was, this song took on an entirely new meaning for me.  At first I just liked the song, but then he told me all about Vincent Van Gough and I learned so much about the husband as an artist.  Of course I learned about Van Gough too, and what a tortured life he lived.  So I just asked him again why he was led such a tortured life (because I didn’t remember) and he said, “Because we all live a tortured life.”  He is such an artist and an intellect and that is just the Irishman that he is.  I love you because you are my everything and forever ❤   Okay here is my song for this Sunday, enjoy.  It means a lot …

Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)
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
Don’t forget the husband is an amazing artist…I’ll just put up a couple of his Masterpiece’s…I know I should have the featured image as, “Song Lyric Sunday,” but I thought he deserved some props too ❤ Blessing this week, safe travels if you are on the road and Happy Thanksgiving to all…Remember if you are lucky enough to be born in this amazing country, then you are lucky enough ❤   

2 Comments on “Song Lyric Sunday/Vincent by Don McLean

  1. We were in The Netherlands for the centenary of Van Gogh’s death. They had a huge display of his paintings at the Rijksmuseum. The guy was amazing. (Also learned that the Dutch pronunciation of his last name sounds a bit like “fan cough.”) This is a great song! Chet Atkins did an instrumental of it that’s worth hearing, too.

    • Thanks so much for stopping by Mr. John. Very interesting to know. I just told the husband and he was very impressed. He said that was an item on his bucket list!! Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours 🍁🍂🍁🍂🍁

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