Farewell to the dearest of friends

Dawn Thompson, author
(1937 - 2008)

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 daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land

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

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Dawn's eyes so sad and true

Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed once more in your artists' 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
They took your life as carless people often do
But I could have told you, Dawn Thompson,
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

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
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...

(song Vincent - Copyright Don McClean)