Don McLean - Vincent

Starry Starry ^Gnight paint your pallete ^Amblue and gray Look out on a ^Csummers day with ^D7eyes that know the darkness in my ^Gsoul Shadows on hills sketch the tress and ^Amdaffodils Catch the breeze and the ^Cwinter chill In ^D7colors on the snowy linen ^Gland

^{C G} And now I under^Amstand ^D7 what you tried to ^Gsay to me ^Em How you suffered for you ^Am7sanity ^D7 How you tried to set them ^Emfree They would not listen the did ^A7not know how^Am7 per^D7haps they'll listen ^Gnow

Starry starry ^Gnight flamings flower's that brightly ^Amblaze Swirling could in ^Cviolet haze ^D7reflect in Vincents eyes of ^Gchina blue Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber ^Amgraying Weathered faces lined in ^Cpain Are ^D7soothed beneath the artists loving ^Ghand

^{C G} And now I under^Amstand ^D7 what you tried to ^Gsay to me ^Em How you suffered for you ^Am7sanity ^D7 How you tried to set them ^Emfree They would not listen the did ^A7not know how^Am7 per^D7haps they'll listen ^Gnow

listen no^Gw

For he could not ^Am7love you ^D7but still your love was ^Gtrue ^Em And when no ^Am7hope was left in sight on that ^Cm6starry starry night You ^Gtook your life as ^F7lovers often ^E7do But I ^Am7could've told you Vincent This ^Cworld was never meant for one as ^D7beautiful as ^Gyou

Starry starry ^Gnight portraits hung in ^Amempty halls frameless heads on ^Cnameless walls with ^D7eyes that watch the world and can't ^Gforget Like the strangers that you've met, the ragged men in ^Amragged clothes The silver ^Cthorn of bloody rose Lie ^D7crushed and broken on the virgin ^Gsnow

^{C G} And now I under^Amstand ^D7 what you tried to ^Gsay to me ^Em How you suffered for you ^Am7sanity ^D7 How you tried to set them ^Emfree They would not listen they're not ^A7listening still ^Am7 Per^D7haps they never ^Gwill