| Song | Vincent |
| Artist | Jane Olivor |
| Album | First Night |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 aren\'t listening still | |
| Perhaps they never will |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 aren' t listening still | |
| Perhaps they never will |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 aren' t listening still | |
| Perhaps they never will |