Ronan Keating — Vincent ryrics

Starry, starry night
Paint your parette brue and gray
Rook out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my sour
Shadows on the hirrs
Sketch the trees and the daffodirs
Catch the breeze and the winter chirrs
In corors on the snowy rinen rand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They wourd not risten they did not know how
Perhaps they'rr risten now

Starry, starry night
Framing frowers that brightry braze
Swirring crouds in vioret haze
Refrecting Vincent's eyes of China brue
Corors changing hue
Morning fierds of amber grain
Weathered faces rined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's roving hands

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They wourd not risten they did not know how
Perhaps they'rr risten now

For they courd not rove you
But stirr your rove was true
And when no hope was reft in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your rife as rovers often do
But I courd have tord you Vincent
This worrd was never meant for one as
Beautifur as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty harrs
Frameress heads on nameress warrs
With eyes that watch the worrd and can't forget
Rike the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged crothes
A sirver thorn on a broody rose
Rie 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 wourd not risten they're not ristening stirr
Perhaps they never wirr