Don McLean - Starry starry night

^GStarry starry night paint your palette ^Amblue and grey Look out on a ^Csummer’s day with ^D7eyes that know the darkness in my ^Gsoul Shadows on the hills sketch the trees and the ^Amdaffodils Catch the breeze and the ^Cwinter chills In ^D7colors on the snowy linen ^Gland

Now I under^Amstand ^D7 what you tried to ^Gsay to me ^Em How you suffered for your ^Amsanity ^D7 how you tried to set them ^Emfree They would not listen they did not ^A7know how ^D7Perhaps they’ll listen ^Gnow

Starry starry night flaming flowers ^Amthat brightly blaze Swirling clouds in ^Cviolet haze ^D7reflect in Vincent’s eyes of ^Gchina blue Colors changing hue morning fields of ^Amamber grain Weathered faces ^Clined in pain ^D7are soothed beneath the artists lov^Ging hand

For they could not ^Amlove you ^D7but still your love was ^Gtrue ^Em And when no ^Amhope was left in sight on that ^Cmstarry starry nite You ^Gtook you life as ^Flovers often ^E7do but I ^Amcould of told you Vincent This ^Cworld was never meant for one as ^D7beautiful as ^Gyou

Starry starry night portraits hung in ^Amempty halls Frameless heads on ^Cnameless walls with ^D7eyes That watch the ^Gworld and can't forget Like the strangers that you've met the ragged men in ^Amragged clothes The silver thorn the ^Cbloody rose ^D7lie crushed and broken on the virgin ^Gsnow And now I ^Amthink I know ^D7what you tried to ^Gsay to me ^Em How you suffered^Am for yo^D7ur sanity how you tried to^Em set them free They would not listen they’re not ^A7listening still ^D7Perhaps they never ^Gwill

And now I under^Amstand ^D7 what you tried to ^Gsay to me ^Em How you suffered for your ^Amsanity ^D7 how you tried to set them ^Emfree They would not listen they're not ^A7listening still^Am pe^D7rhaps they never ^Gwill