Every thread of creation is held in position By still other strands of things living. In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline Of smouldering cit… - Don McLean

I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music woudn't play And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died.

And I love you so
The people ask me how
How I've lived till now
I tell them I don't know.<p>I guess they understand
How lonely life has been
But life began again
The day you took my hand.

Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 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.